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STORIES 26 - 50
KO WIN! by Anna
Holiday Tales 1 by George
Doctors in Touble 2 by George
15th Stripping by Katrina
Doctors in Trouble by George
Taking it too far! web) by Vanessa
14th Stripping payback for posting stories by Katrina
Pool Party by Sunshine
An Accidental and Embarrassing Upskirt by Shyboy
Cruel Sisters by Alyssa
The Beautiful Teen by Mandy
Stripped Again! by Jill
A lesson in putting babies nappy/diaper on by samantha
13th Stripping: Hen Night (unlucky for some!) by Katrina
"Keep Away" by Aaron
12th Stripping: Last shift before Wedding by Katrina
stripped at soccer by Kara
11th Stripping: Announced Engagement by Katrina
10th Stripping: First day as Sister on New Ward by Katrina
9th Stripping: Qualified as Sister by Katrina
6th Stripping 21st Birthday by Katrina
A Cinderella story - kind of!!! by Natsha
A welcome to school prank part two by Sadistocrat
A welcome to school prank part one by Sadistocrat
Playing Pirates 2 by Gillian
STORIES 1 - 25
Playing Pirates 1 by Gillian
PLAYING COPS AND ROBBERS by Gillian
Gang of teens by Jess
De-Pantsed by My Brothers by Liana
West Virginia Girl Humiliated at College - Part 4 by Devon
West Virginia Girl Humiliated at College - Part 3 by Devon
West Virginia Girl Humiliated at College - Part 2 by Devon
West Virginia Girl Humiliated at College - Part 1 by Devon
Police Instructor Arrested Semi-Nude, Drunk by enow
Ex-girlfriend stripped and humiliated at a party by Matt
Humiliated by sister by Jeffrey
Booze, Sisters, and Red Panties = Trouble by PJP
The Bikini Hunt (repost) by Clair
Dumb Girl by Me Again
Naked waitresses at men's party by Clair
Sleepover Prank (cont.) by dezzie
Sleepover Prank by dezzie
Naked revenge by the web
BIG Mistake ravegirl
Bottoms off by The web
Stripped in front of the class by From the Web
debikinied at the pool by Angie
Women stripped naked for stealing by Andrew
Matt’s nude Adventure by tettra
stripped in a way by cathy
| Name: | ANNA |
| Subject: | KO WIN! |
| Message: | Hi boys and girls, I'm Anna and I’m here to tell you I won! It seems incredible don't you think? I've always hated muay-thai boxing so I’ll be really short.
1) Round. Martin started badly and took a heavy roundhouse kick in his ribs. Lately resulted two of them were broken. He felt and the referee counted until four. I started to cry and Gabriella started joking me. 2) Round. Better than the other but the other fighter, a Croatian named Stepam, dominated all the round. I was figuring to be naked in front of all the people. Gabriella asked in I would want to raise the bet. What about the loser have to shave her pussy in front of all the people. Most of the people were there to see me humiliated. I, crying, said no. 3) Martin was counted again, this time until seven. There was a deep silence. Gabriella said. "If you surrender now, I’ll only make you strip!" And I was to accept when I thought, once stripped, Gabriella would have done to me whatever she wanted. She was talking and laughing with her new friends. So I said no. Martin was wounded but he didn’t give up. 4) In the first ten seconds martin got the Croatian with a knee in his face. The Croatian was down. The referee was counting. Nine...TEN!!! Martin won. KO! That's impossible! Gabriella was completely shocked, her face was pale and I was really thrilled. I kissed martin who didn’t know what was going on. Gabriella started to cry and her friend abandoned her. He was alone in the crowd. "So you have to strip!" He, sheepishly, obeyed. She was annihilated. First she took off the dress and remained in underwear. She didn’t try to cover herself but she blushed. "Hurry up bitch!" She removed the bra and her tits bounced off. Her tears fell on the tits and she moaned something. "We are not in your fucking topless-bar!" I was so excited. She had to remove the panties and was completely nude. Totally defeated, she didn’t again try to cover herself. The only thing she did was cry like a baby. I made her remove all the rings and bangles she had. It takes a minute to take off her earrings. "Now imagine you’ve been surprise nude by someone. Cover up!" She covered her pussy with hands but the tits popped out of her arms. All people started laughing and I was thinking about what could happen to me. "Now hands up!" She did. Her pussy was trimmed in the Brazilian way. Good tits said someone. "Now bend 90°." She did, again, crying. She has a pretty ass & legs. "Spread you ass cheeks!" She obeyed again even it was not in the bet. "Okay, on four!" She started walk on four in the middle of the crowd. All people were watching between her legs. "If you want, I said, you can see her every night in the Marburg topless bar!" most of the people didn’t know she is a stripper, especially the friends of her boyfriend. Her boyfriend, working in Italy, was soon to be informed. A lot of people were taking pictures and so I did. She reached my Alfa Romeo and I order her, first, to stick a finger in her asshole. She did know the fast she obeyed the faster I would set her free. So licked her finger and opened her legs. Maybe the finger was more lubricated by her tars than by her tongue. She pushed slowly the index in her asshole and we all saw her body shiver for the shame & the pleasure. The finger stopped after 5 cm. "Down all the way!" She pushed all the finger in the ass. She felt, probably, a certain amount of pain. Then I made her lick all my wheels. It took half an hour. After I was satisfied and left her nude in the parking lot, humiliated & with a sore ass. I did what she wanted to do. I pinned her thong & her dress in my room as a trophy. Maybe Martin, when he'll be back from the hospital, will have something as a prize. Me, maybe. I am thinking about to be his slave, like Gabriella was to me, for a night! |
| Name: | George |
| Subject: | Holiday tales 1 |
| Message: | Hi all,
I haven’t posted in a while. Was sitting here a bit bored so decided to put finger to keyboard and post a few more of my wife’s and her friends tales. These all revolve around holidays she took with friends and/or our daughters. The first time she went away with Kath, and M they where cursing the bars of Ibiza, their term, not mine. In this particular bar they where trying to get a round of drinks but were short of the readies, the bar man said if they gave him a quick flash he’d let them off. No big deal they just whipped down their tops and collected a drink. The next night there are in this other bar and they see the barman from the night before. They ask him what he’s doing here and he says that he owns a few bars along the strip. They get chatting to him and he invites them out to one of his club/pubs the next night. When they arrive he isn’t there, the girls say that he’d agreed to meet them but no one knew where he was. So they ordered a round of drinks. The barman looks puzzled, then the girls look puzzled, then the barman explains that the standard payment around here is a flash of the breasts. Not being drunk the girl’s weren’t in a mood to oblige so left. They went down the road to another bar and slowly got smashed. Kath got a bit drunk and got cross with the guy for not being at the bar so said they should go back and confront him. They walked back up the hill to the other bar and the owner was there with another group of women. Kath laid into him and he apologised and offered them drinks. After a few rounds the owner disappeared. My wife had noticed by now that they seemed to be the only women in an all male bar. They decided to go but found there way blocked by the bouncers. The bouncers demanded they pay for their drinks. They explained that the owner said they where on him. The bouncers weren’t having any of it. It was turning a bit ugly when the barman said that for a full flash they’d let them off. The girls didn’t know what this meant but they soon found out as each in turn had to flash their boobs, then their pubic patch then their bare butt. On another holiday they where in a bar and the bar man announced that it was karaoke night. There was a prize for the best singer(s). The girls all entered individually and in pairs along with various other groups of women. It ends up being a final contest between them and a group from Liverpool. They won. The girls from Liverpool told them about this other bar that had a karaoke contest. The prise was a sizable amount of money. The girls went along on the night and found that the competitors all seemed to be groups of women. The first group got up on stage whipped their breasts’ out and began to sing. The girls being great sports when it was their turn they too got up on stage and whipped out their assets and proved to be more than a match for the younger girls. One particular holiday memory happen about 3 years ago now. They all decided to go on a club 18 – 30 holiday. Not sure if it was a club 18 – 30 actually or one of those look alike companies. Any way the reason for going was that my granddaughter than just about to be 17 wanted to go with her friends who where older than her but couldn’t because of some rule. So my wife, our two daughters, Kath, M and Emma all went. There were various high jinxes but the one that I just thought was great was this one. One night they’re all a bit drunk. They got to playing truth or dare. Eventually somehow the dare bit got to be about them all doing the same dare to see who would chicken out. The dare was quite simple they had to leave the hotel room and walk/run down the hall to the stairs, about say 30 feet from the door. Of course they had to do it in just one piece of clothing. Well to decided on this pieces of paper where put into a bowl. Hey each wrote on it one item of clothing. Kath drew first. She drew knickers. So she strips topless goes to the door of the room open its pokes her head out then runs down to the stairwell and back. Next my eldest daughter draws out a piece of paper and gets bikini top. So she strips off and gets a bikini top from her room puts it on and goes to the door. Head out all quiet so off she goes covering her pubes as she went. Next up is Emma. Emma was the student nurse treated mercilessly by M. She draws towel of group’s choice. They choose a hand towel. She draped it down the front of her body so that it covered breasts and pubic area. She did the walk and returned. Next was my granddaughter. She drew out a piece of paper it said bikini bottoms. She said she’d have to go to her room to get them. The girls dared her to come back wearing just them and do her walk. Her room was two rooms down. She disappeared and sure enough came back in just bottoms but carrying a t-shirt for afterwards. She did her run and m was next. M drew bra. So she strips down naked since she hadn’t a bra on. Then rummages in her case for one. She pokes her head out and then walks down the corridor. As she was turning back the sound of a group of rowdy lads fills the stairwell from below so M high tails it back. The lads come up to their floor and go into one of the rooms opposite. There was a debate about continuing or not. It was decided to continue since the lads seemed to have gone quiet and gone to bed. Next up is my wife. She draws a piece of paper and everyone looks. Her face drops. “Oh very funny. A birthday suit isn’t an item of clothing”, they all laugh but being a sport my wife strips off and goes to the door. She very carefully opens it and sticks her head out. No sign or sound of the lads. She opens the door fully and just stands there naked in the doorway getting up courage and making sure. She then quickly runs down the hall turns and begins to run back. There’s a sound of a door being opened and the sound of male voices. She takes to her heels and arrives back at her door just as the lads fully open their door and appear in the hall. The all hoot, “MOONY”. My wife darts in slamming the door behind her. The lads continue laughing and jeering in the corridor. Eventually they knock on the door and Kath open its. They are a good hummed bunch and banter starts between them. Eventually the girls get rid of them. Next day at the poolside the lads make a beeline for the girls who with hangovers are sunbathing. The lads are great company and everyone gets on well. My grand daughter gets into a friendly argument over female superiority and some comments are made about male masculinity. It ends up that the guys challenge the girls to a swimming race. Kath had to ask what the prize was. The lads thought for a minute and side you have to do a streak of our choice to night if you lose. I won’t bore you with the race but the girls lost. Anyway the girls had been out drinking that night and got back to the hotel about midnight. They decided that they’d go straight to bed. Has they where walking down the hall to their rooms the lads appeared from their room and asked if they where ready to pay up. The girls said they where. They went into the lad’s room and they told them the rules. First they asked if they all had black high heels of some description, which they all did. The girls complained that this wasn’t fair they’d earlier agreed that each could wear one item of clothing. The lads said that they where keeping to the earlier agreement and produced little gift bags saying they bought them all too things to wear. But they couldn’t open them until they where back in their room. The lads said for them to call them when they where ready and that the girls had to be line up along the wall with the mirror on. His ran from the door to the patio doors, which led out to the balcony. They must not all cover. This was a concession. The exact details are below. The girls go to their room and open their gifts. Seeing the items they new they’d been had but being great sports went along with it. They all stood in a line along the wall in black-heeled sandals or shoes. Wearing their gifts. Kath rang the lads as my youngest daughter opens the room door; this was part of the deal the room door had to be open for the lads. The lads appear and where very impressed with seven naked women just dressed in heels and black sexy self-supports. Keeping with the terms, my grand daughter had covered her breasts and patch as best she could. My two daughters had their breasts on show. Whilst M, and Kath, where stood with breasts and pubes on show. Emma was covering her breasts. My wife by special request was stood hands on head but facing the wall derriere on show. The lads now explained the rest of the streak forfeit. I think originally they’d wanted them to do the Villa streak. But that would have been impossible. So they’d come up with a very simple yet interesting streak. In a cup was seven pieces of paper. Three had the word short on, three had the word long on, and one the word cross on. They would each draw a piece of paper. Hen the girls asked what the long, short, and cross meant the lads explained. Imaging a crucifix three would be running the long length, three the short length and one person both lengths. They lads said once they had drawn they’d explain the exact details of routes. Well my poor youngest daughter drew cross, my wife, granddaughter, and M got long, and that left my eldest daughter, Kath, and Emma with short. The lads said that the shorts and longs couldn’t see each other’s streak. But that my youngest daughter who had to do both would ensure that both groups complied. They shorts would go firsts. But first the longs had to go to the room of another lad. This meant them walking naked down the hall a few feet. The longs soon found themselves in another lad’s room sitting on the bed trying best they could to conceal what they could. The shorts’ where then instructed to follow the lads from the girls’ room but not before the lads opened the patio doors. They girls where taken into the lads room and out onto their patio. They’d been instructed to stand with their backs to the road with hands on head. The lads could now clearly see the four of them completely naked. They where now instructed that one at a time they had to walk from the lads patio to their own, hands on head and when they got their to stand facing the pool. So their bottoms would be illuminated. Well my youngest daughter went first. She walked with quite a pace to the door then stopped before poking her head out into the corridor. Once she was sure it was safe she stepped out into the corridor and did a twirl as she had been instructed. Then crossed the hall into her own room then walked to the patio and stood their facing the pool. The dim white lights casting a ghostly hue on her naked body. Next up was Emma, then Kath then my eldest daughter. Once they were all on their own patio the lads said that the next part of the forfeit was to run back to the lads patio, all together. So, they did but with a catch. Before my youngest daughters ran out onto the patio the lads locked their patio door with the other three outside. The lads said that would contain them while they did the longs. My youngest daughter was told now to go to her room and stand along the mirror wall. He lads went for the other three who return shortly. My youngest daughter had to confirm that they had all done the short leg. The lads now explained the long leg to the women. They looked concern but where determined to meet their side of the deal. The women would be taken one at a time to do their streak. Hey would then be placed in the other lads’ room. First up was M. she was taken out of the room into the hall. She had to stand in the centre of the hall she was allowed to cover. She then had to walk down to the far end of the hall, turn around and walk back, then walk on past her start point to the other end of the hall. She was then put in the other lads’ room on their balcony. His allowed her to communicate with the other three girls. Next up was my eldest daughter. She was taken into the hall and had to sit down in the hall. She then had to stand walk down to the farthest away end and then sit down. She was then signalled to stand and walk back up the hall to the opposite end where she had to sit before being instructed to stand and walk back. Next was my wife. She had to lay face down, then walk to the long end before lying down then standing and walking back past the start point to the other end where she laid down again. She unlike my eldest daughter and M was not allowed to cover. Next up was my youngest daughter. She had to first stand, then sit, then lay down. He then had to walk down to the farthest end and stand, sit then lie down. This was repeated at the start point, then the other end then the start point again. She was taken to the girls room and the others where brought from their time on locked out on the balconies. There is another tale about these lads that I will write up and post next. Its also just reminded me of another holiday tale. |
| Name: | George |
| Subject: | Doctors in Trouble 2 |
| Message: | Later when Kath was a junior sister they had this female registrar. She was a real bitch. One day the senior sister said in frustration, “That bitch needs a good screw or something”. A male doctor nearby said that ‘she’ (sister) was more her type than him. Well I don’t know about these days but lesbians had it really tuff in my day. They seemed to be disliked and mistrusted by other nurses. Gay male nurses however seemed to be treated the opposite by the girls.
Any way, after another few weeks of this registrar really breaking everyone in sight sister took her aside and tried to reason with her. This just seemed to make her worse. Any way one later duty when casualty had been very busy but had suddenly gone very quiet with no patients and stress was at breaking point the registrar enquired why the nursing staff where so slovenly. “What would you have us do, invent patients to practise on’ said senior sister. “Well I expect you not to stand around while I’m having to work” the registrar was doing her reports. “Perhaps you would like to assist me in demonstrating the procedure for receiving a traumatised patients to the students” sister said. The doctor readily agreed to get out of writing up reports. They all went to the receiving room and sister said for the doctor to get up on the trolley. “Well staff show the doctor our procedure for receiving a patient” sister said. Suddenly the registrar realised what was coming and before she could quite get her plea out for mercy she found herself pinned down and large medic shear where at her clothing. Son she was down to just her underwear and sister asked if she had got the message. The registrar said she had and found herself running through the hospital for the doctors changing rooms to find some outer clothing. The story doesn’t quite end there. Years later when she was made a consultant at a very young age, she was one of those genius kids, she found herself at a party with a lot of female doctors and nurses she had pissed off. They got her drunk, stripped her, tied her to a bed in the nurses’ quarters and photographed her. My wife reports that on the whole except for ‘white-coating’ doctors where never really initiated. If the females were lucky they’d get to keep their underwear on. If less lucky she’d forfeit her bra. Really unlucky doctors had no underwear at all. One doctor was offered the choice of keeping one item and she picked her bra over her panties. My wife says the only time she saw a doctor initiated was when she was a student. The doctor had been curious about what was happening to the students. It was a couple of intake after my wife’s. So the staff of the ward showed her. Full strip and dunked into a cold very cold bath. My wife reports that mostly doctors where stripped as a punishment for getting on peoples nerves. The other reason was for leaving. His seemed to be the main reason. Most of the time they where stripped to underwear, followed by a dunking. But on three occasions they where fully stripped and found themselves in the of duty room. The poor victim I saw was the second of these. |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | 15th Stripping |
| Message: | Hi George,
Fantastic to see you back on the site cannot wait for more stories about the doctors. My final stripping(so far) was after the minibus posting from our Christmas Night out when we made one of our colleagues sit naked in the minibus all the way home and only gave her back her coat to get back to her house. Well I suppose I did realise that something would happen after my last undressing but a few weeks passed and despite a few teasings and threats I thought that everyone had forgotton and forgiven. It was a little naughty of us to strip a colleague in a relatively public place and she had not forgotton and so it seemed not forgiven either. You can tell when something is going on in a hospital, there are more inter ward phone calls and nurses from other wards huddle together at breaks, and soon it dawnson you that you are not involved in any on these conversations and they are probably about you. Well that's what happened to me, and it was not a complete shock when I was grabbed and dragged to the laundry room. I struggled for all I was worth because I still did not see the justice here all I had done was publish our story and nobody except those involved knew who the nurse was. Anyway she clearly had a different view and no end of willing helpers most of whom were in the laundry room with us now. I was lifted up and onto a trolley and held there as I struggled to get loose. I had hoped in vain that this maybe was just to frighten me off and stop me posting but hey I could hope! I was truggling more than usual and my shoes were removed "to stop me running away" fine chance as about a dozen pairs of hand held me firmly to the trolley. My uniform was eventually removed, you can struggle and fight but you cannot win against a team of determined nurses. Nobody I know has successfully held out against a team of nurses. A loud cheer echoed out as the garment was wrestled from my hands and cleared over my head leaving me vunerable in underwear and tights. Tights were next and neatly rolled down and off my feet. I was now lying in unmatching bra and pants expecting them to be whipped off me and probably shaved again! Instead there was obviously a plan. My hands were outstretched and bound with bandages at the same time my ankles were firmly bandaged together. This was a new thing to me and I was now completely helpless and at their mercy. Then several strips of bangade were threaded through the sides, front and back of my panties and my bra. They were about 10 feet in length and when they were finished the minibus victim explained to me what was to happen next. They were not going to strip me naked, I was going to strip naked and run from the laundry room the 200 yards to the changing room completely naked, otherwise I would be given over to the mercy of the rest of the nurses in the room. I had little choice because I knew most of them and they could be pretty wicked, I would no doubt never see my underwear again it would snipped of, probably shaved, and no doubt go on a tour of the hospital, visit the porters, and every liklihood of streaking at some point anyway. So I agreed reluctantly and I was lifted up and the trolley was wheeled out the door. A couple of them held me up straight in the centre of the room as the rest took a length of bandage each and tied it to the shelving round the room. When they were finished I was in the centre on an elaborate web of bandages all tied tightly to my bra and panties which were stretched in all directions, I could not move without exposing myself or risk losing only clothing. They had got me good I would have no choice since the bandages were looped through my clothing but to step out because I could not reach the knots and anyway my hands were still tied. One girl crawled over the floor and untied my ankles and my hands were untied. Before leaving the room to watch outside I was told in no uncertain terms that I had 2 minutes to get free and get out. When I streaked I was to make no attempt to cover up as there was a large audience waiting I was not going to disappoint them. As the door opened I could see many more faces outside, this had been a masterpiece of planning and I was being got back with interest here. I got free of my underwear with bit of a struggle there was so much bandage in the room I thought I was not going to make it, the alternative did not look good for me. When I opened the door to make a dash for it nothing could have prepared me for the noise. Just about every member of staff even off duty were there Doctors, porters everyone even from Admin. Phone flashing as I tried to remember to keep my hands away they cheered deafeningly as i sprinted and fought the odd hand away towards the changing room and safety. Most of the audience I found out later thought that I had done this as a dare as if anyone would choose to run naked round a hospital. Would they George? |
| Name: | Geogre |
| Subject: | Doctorin Trouble |
| Message: | Hi all,
I was re-reading past posts when I realised that I had promised to post my experiences of doctor being stripped. I have five personal tales to tell. When I mentioned to my wife what I was going to post she promptly said ‘Oh, you must tell them this one’ and after a half-hour I had another collection. Kath, then M, then Emma got into the act with their stories. My two daughters didn’t want to be left out either. So I now have the problem of which are worthy of the time to post here. I’ll start by quickly re-capping my favourite experience. I had arranged to collect my wife from work. As I entered her ward by the staff entrance rather than the public entrance I noticed first a bra hanging from the handle of the off-duty room. As I got closer I noticed as well as the white lacy bra there was a very tiny black thong. I wondered who’s they were. As I approached the door I could hear somebody wrestling on the bed in the off duty room. I knocked the wrestling stopped. I stood still and listened the wrestling started up again. I tried the handle the door was unlocked. The wrestling stopped and I pushed the door open. Lying on the bed quite naked hands tied behind her back and her ankles tied together was one of the young female SHO’s. She smiled. “Please untie me, the others wouldn’t” I untied her and she quickly gathered up her clothes and ran out of the duty room. I’ve always thought that was quite peculiar. Why run out of a room naked, if covered, when she could have had me leave and dress there. I never did ask “Who the others” were. The first doctor I saw naked was when I was a third year nurse. It must have been about 1965. I had just finished a very gruelling set of night shifts and was thinking of my bed when the sister asked me to call into the doctors quarters and she where Mr L’s SHO was. He’d meant to be on ward 20 minutes ago to do a wound debrisment. I did this begrudgingly this it was the opposite way to my bed. I rang the main doorbell and no answer came. I noticed that the door was left slightly ajar which was unusual. I pushed it open and looked for the room allocation plan. I found the room I required on the plan and started to make my way there. Something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I stopped and stepped off the stairs to look along the passage. It was quiet and I could see or hear anything so I re-started my journey for the room I required. I found the room and bang on the door very loudly. The SHO said he was coming and I turned to leave. I worked back along the hall to the stairs and as I arrived at the top of them a young women that I recognised as one of our fifth year medical students ran past and up the next flight. Her naked bottom wobbled very lovely as she took the stairs two at a time. She had her arms around the front of her body trying to conceal herself as best she could. I got a good glimpse of her efforts as she turned at the mid-way point to run up the other half of the flight of stairs. When I was staffing on a medical ward some years later. There was this really nasty piece of work. Female doctors treat female nurse badly. They seem to think female nurse are very much beneath them. Doctors do have a inbuilt arrogance, you have to, to cut into another human being. I could never do it. Somebody did once say that the difference between doctors and nurses was that, “Nurses had brains and doctors balls”. Anyway this particular HO was a really pain. The 3rd years seemed to especially get her wrath. So one day when the ward wasn’t particularly busy the head student called this doctor up saying that they could read her script. The doctor came flying onto the ward in a very bad mood. Demanded to know where the third year was. Then stormed off to the sluice to “have words with her”. Silence fell as she thundered into the sluice; about five minutes later the half dozen or so 3rd years appeared. Time past to sign of the doctor. I and the other staff (female) went to see what had happened. We open the door and poked our head in. No sign of the doctor. Then I heard a shuffle in the corner and stuck my head around the edge of the door. There very wet, clothes off, trying to dry herself was the doctor. They’d obviously shown her how to use the large equipment washing area. The doctor on seeing my head crouched down and tried her best to conceal all her charms but by then I’d seen them. That’s my tales about doctors, now for some of the girls’ stories. Kath’s first tale was from when she was a second year student. She was doing her theatre allocation. There was this particular SHO who just delighted in showing up the male doctors. She would do little things so that they seemed ill prepared for the days work and get the consultant on there case. Eventually, the nurses said that if one of them behaved like that they’d soon put a stop to it. The male doctors said they’d love to but six males ganging up on a female wouldn’t perhaps go down well. Well, this female doctor had crossed words with the theatre sister. That led to her doing a few of these little stunts on sister making her look bad to the consultant. Any way at the end of a unexpectedly short theatre day the nurses had tied up and the last patient had been collected from recovery. Kath said you could tell something was about to go down. The qualified staff was up to something. At first she was worried that she or the other student on duty where in for some theatre initiation. Then the female SHO appeared on the unit dressed in civvies. This was a no, no. She turned into the staff day and began to say, “Why have I been called back” when it was muffled. Then she reappeared from the bay held firmly by two staff nurses. A shroud hood had been placed over her head. She was pushed along to recovery. Kath and the student followed. Soon the doctor was stripped to very sexy black underwear and tied spread eagled to the bed. Sister then pulled on the doctor’s bra where the two cups meet. The doctor flinched. Then sister pulled on her knickers waistband. The bound doctor got the message. This time it’s just to your underwear, next time? The doctor was left there. The theatre porters happened by and saw the very lovely doctor. They did not untie her knowing that this was to be the pleasure of her male colleagues who took there time in assisting her once they arrived. Will post more at a later date. Katrina, do you have any more stories from your mother. Also, W you seemed to have more tales from Liz, could you post them. Emma, I’d like to hear more. |
| Name: | Vanessa |
| Subject: | Taking it too far! (web) |
| Message: | This happened when I was 17 and in the 11th grade.
It was late summer and I was over at my friend Katie’s house. I was wearing a short green tank top and a pair of tight white cotton shorts. They were my favorites. Katie’s folks were out and there were a bunch of people there, guys and girls. We were grilling burgers and drinking beer and wine coolers outside in the back yard. I’m not really sure what happened but some of the guys were fooling around near the food table and somehow ketchup got sprayed all over my shorts! Everyone started to laugh as I tried to wipe my shorts off but they were a mess. I heard one of my friends say that I was going to need to wash my shorts. Then I saw a few girls and guys whispering to each other and laughing. All of a sudden, my girlfriend Sara and my other friend Katie grab me and knock me to the ground and then everyone held me down. They started pulling my shorts down trying to take them off me! I screamed, “No!” because I wasn’t wearing any panties underneath that day. They didn’t care and instead it seemed to motivate them even more to want to take my short off! Laughing they held me down and pulled and tugged till my shorts came down. They roared with laughter seeing my shaved bare p**** and naked butt. They took my shorts away and threw them in the washing machine and left me there with no pants on! I stood up covering my front and back totally embarrassed as they roared with laughter pointing at me. Since no one seemed to offer me any help I ran for the back door to grab something to cover up with. I got inside the door but before I got much further I was grabbed from behind by at least 6 people chasing after me and dragged over to the living room bottomless and kicking and screaming. Pushing me down on the couch they began tickling me all over my naked areas. Hands were all over me on my sides, hips, up my shirt, in between my legs, and I even felt some fingers pushed inside my p****!! Then they forced me over on my stomach and smacked and fingered my butt and a****** too! I kicked and screamed till they finally all back off laughing hysterically. I felt so violated! I grabbed a couch pillow to cover myself up with and finally Katie threw me a towel to wear till my shorts were ready. It still took like an hour for my short to be ready and in the meantime different guys and girls took turns running up and ripping my towel off me randomly. They all seemed to have so much fun humiliating me. Perverts! They all said it was just a practical joke but I still think they took things too far! |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | 14th Stripping payback for posting stories |
| Message: | When I told aone of my colleagues about this site I did not expect the reaction. My stories were printed and put up on the notice board in the ward.
They had a meeting on my day off and decided that I should be suitably punished albeit just for (their) fun. I was grabbed as soon as I the late shift staff arrived one day that I was on early and dragged to the bath room. I was asked about the stories and why I posted them then they asked if I wanted to go home in wet clothes. I immediately answered no and actually though they were just trying to scare me a little. No such luck, The question had been asked carefully so that they would have my "permission" to be stripped naked. Whilst still standing my arms were held firmly as the pack of nurses were like wolves on my uniform and underwear and they soon had me starkers. I knew fine well what was next with a large bath full of cold mains water. I was dunked in and left a small hand towel to get dried and cover my modesty back to the changing room. They were not in a mood to give back my clothes at once so I ended up going home just in my civvies. Sure enough my clothes appeared as I left the ward in a bag with a friendly warning that I should not be telling any secrets again. I was assured that if this happened again that they would come up with something special, and they did. |
| Name: | Sunshine |
| E-mail address: | mvp4u@mail.com |
| Subject: | Pool party |
| Message: | My wife and I were invited to a friends house who had just put in a new hottub. He was having some quests over to have some snacks, drinks and enjoy his new hottub. Everybody was encouraged to bring a bathing suit to enjoy the hottub. About 15 people showed up and we were all having a good time, eating, drinking and relaxing with some good conversation. We knew a few of the people there but most were people we had not met previously. There were 5 couples, including our friend's wife and the rest were just single guys from our friend's workplace, basically 5 women and the rest guys, married and single. Now my wife was(she's an ex now) a very sexy looking brunette with a great figure, a very sexy smile and normally she was the most "innocent" little mom you could imagine. She usually dressed very conservatively and would blush at the mere mention of anything to do with sex. She did have one trait about her that used to drive guys wild. She loved to tease and flirt and she was a BIG tease, always promising way more than she would do. That would soon come back to haunt her. As the evening progressed a few people would get in and out of the hottub but mostly people just stood around and talked, the guys talking sports and work and the women all congregating and talking about children or other women. It was about 9:00 Pm and a few guests left. Soon it was down to just 2 couples, our host and his wife and me and my wife and the 5 single guys. With the other women gone his wife and mine were now forced to hang around with the guys. Now my wife had not even tried the hottub so she had not even put on her swimsuit. The host's wife was an average looking lady, not bad but nothig to brag about either. That meant that most of the guys were now competing for my wife's attention. My wife had another "bad" trait. After a few glasses of wine she would just be plastered. Of course the guys stayed on the beer but the 2 ladies began to drink some wine and soon my wife and his were both drunk and getting a little more daring. My wife began to do her tease thing and she was really working these guys over bad. They all wanted her to put on her bikini and hit the hottub and she led them on promising to get in the hottub later. I know they were all anxious to see her hot body in a bikini. Well it was getting late and finally my friend's wife insisted that everyone put on their swimsuits and join her in the hottub. Of course all the guys quickly hoped in and my friend's wife jumped in with them. Everyone then started telling my wife to put her bikini on and join the group in the hottub. I guess to get her nerve up she quickly tossed back almost a half glass of wine and then went inside to change. You could feel the anticipation of seeing her and they were not disappointed when she "finally" came out to join us. She had a hot pink thong bikini on and now I knew why she had waited so long to put it on. It was pretty small and showed off her ample breasts and totally exposed her nice round ass cheeks. She had worn it at home in our pool but she had never worn it out in public before because it was just too small and didn't adequately cover her. Later she told me she ahd just brought it as a joke and never intended to wear it but the wine had made her inhibitions fade. Well the joke was about to be on her. I tell you when she walked out there all the eyes were focused right on her and you could see the lust in every male eye there, including our host. I thought I might be upset but I got a real kick out of watching everyone stare at her. If she wasn't already the center of attention, she was now. After many of the guys had made various comments about her thong and telling her how great she looked in it the conversation immediately turned to sex and skinny-dipping. Well now she was in her element. She was really teasing the guys and saying how she "loved" to skinny-dip. Now of course she never had but they didn't know that and you could tell the guys were heating up and it had nothing to do with the water. Soon the conversation just revolved around trying to get her to take her suit off and skinny-dip. She led them on but wouldn't dare remove either the top or bottom. Now they were begging her to take it off and she was eating it up. She'd even let down a shoulder strap like she was really considering taking her top off but she'd chicken out and pull it back up. Well that got these guys even more uptight. This went on for awhile and all the while she had another glass or 2 of wine. Now she was really plastered and giggling and just enjoying toying with those guys. Those guys were dying to see more so I thought "what the heck" and reached over and started to undo her top. At first she didn't realize what I was doing then she caught on and tried to hold her top on. I got it untied and then began to pull on it. She fought to keep it on but I encouraged the others to join me. Soon my wife had many pairs of hands on her trying to pull her top off. She was able to stop us for awhile but soon it became a losing cause. I was so excited and she was too about all those different hands reaching for her. I could see guys, strangers, grabbing her tits, getting a quick feel as they tried to get that top off. Suddenly it just popped off and one guy held it up as we all cheered. She ducked down in the water to try to hide her tits. Now the chant went up to get her bottoms too and you could see the look of embarrassment and horror in her eyes. She knew what was about to happen and we all went for her together. She struggled with us but now she was caught in a real dilema. If she didn't fight for her bottoms she could hide her big tits with her arms and hands but if she tried to keep her bottoms on her tits were immediately exposed. She made a big mistake. She tried to do both. With one hand she attempted to cover her tits and with the other hand she tried to hold on to her thong bottom. She lost out on both. Hands were all over her and she was strugging so hard she kept popping up out of the water. Even the host and his wife were joining in and it turned in to a real frenzy. Water was splashing, tits were showing and everybody was getting a real good feel of my wife. I didn't care and I could tell she was enjoying it too. She put up a good fight for her bottoms but eventually they gave way and someone just grabbed them and jerked them down to her ankles. As they did her pussy was being totally exposed at the surface and I watched as a few of the guys, some total strangers just hours ago, not only looked at her pussy, a few of them actually gave it a very good feel. She squirmed both in embarrassement and excitment! She told me later that a few had actually even stuck a finger or 2 up her ****. She couldn't believe what had happened to her and neither could I but it did and it was terribly exciting. Finally someone just jerked her bottoms totally off and one guy grabbed them and them them into the dark beyond the hottub so she had no chance to get them back on. Then we flipped her over and everyone got to get a good look at her beautiful butt and of course there were hands all over it. She tried several times to get out of the hottub but each time we'd pull her back in and she was really getting felt up the entire time. Hands were all over tits and they were being grabbed, squeezed and her nipples were being felt and pinched, her ass was being fondled and of course her pussy was being totally exposed. Her legs were spread and she was dragged around so that everyone could see it and grab it and play with it. even my friend's wife got a good feel of it and that had to be a real eye opener for my wife. She was just totally embarrassed and every inch of her body was up for show. We were all laughing and cheering as she scrammbled out of the pool and we all got one last shot of her pussy as she bent over to get a towel next to the hottub. That sent up another cheer as she ran inside. It took her a long while before she'd come back out but when she did we all gave her another big cheer which was proabaly more embarrassing for her than showing it. She kept apologizing but everybody went home happy from that party and our sex life would NEVER be the same. Before they left every guy there told me again what a hot wife I had. What could I say..they were right and I knew that all of them had seen her completely nude, and most if not all had given my wife a good hard feel. They had felt her tits, her ass and had fondled her pussy. A couple of them would get ALOT more in the not too
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| Name: | Shyboy |
| Subject: | An Accdental and Embarassing Upskirting |
| Message: | Hi all story here is based My Own Memory, which actually occurred quite some time ago in the mid 60s, in Jr. High, probably ’63 or '64.
To explain, Full A line skirts and dresses that swirled out in a circle, were somewhat still in fashion for girls at school then and so it was that we all had just arrived off the school bus for school one Autumn day. I in fact was following 3 girls, right from my own neighborhood, when without warning one of the three, Leslie, caught her heel and slipped walking down on a small set of 4 steps! She fell in sort of slow motion straight down, As I remember it, and she landed harmlessly, flat down on her backside. Luckily, as it turned out, she wasn’t at all physically hurt and her sister Laura and friend Alice carefully helped her up, checking to see if she was alright. However, and most unfortunately for Leslie, her pretty circle skirt and had now somehow, become totally crushed, crinkled, and all crumpled up behind her! In her fall down the starchy, crinoline petticoat she was wearing underneath was all the while continuing to do its job and despite its own impact to the ground, it was just unrelentingly still holding Leslie’s skirt up and straight out from behind, but I mean All the way out and up around her waistline in back. For what couldn’t have been any more than 5 seconds but what seemed to be forever, I just kept walking along closer and closer up from just behind them but now with a very startling, wide open rear end view of Leslie’s tan stockings all the way up her legs, attached to 2 garter straps, 3” or so of bare white upper thighs and quite an interesting looking light beige Puckerknit Brief Style Panty Girdle! As Alice and Laura helped Leslie up, and asking they saw before she did “What happened?...Leslie, OH, Are you OK?”…then, they saw much before Leslie, but well after I did, “OH No, Your Skirt! Fix Your Skirt!” they exclaimed. Alice and Laura, together both hurriedly brushed it all back down in place almost as quickly as they saw it. As Alice and Laura, were further smoothing out her clothes and helping her, Leslie’s seemed still a little startled, from it all. By now, I was just close enough to hear Leslie answering and asking them “I’m, OK, I think, Oh, My God, did anyone See Me?” Of course, for her there was nothing she could at that point, as right then and there they became aware that at that very moment I was walking past them holding my breath and a was bit red faced myself. I believe It must have hit all three girls simultaneously, that there was no way in the world, that in fact someone, a boy no less, me, didn’t see and had seen plenty! I last thing I remember was how they shot me one of those "If Looks Could Kill Expressions" just the same as if it had been all my fault in he first place! It all happened fast, over in done in a minute if that, certainly a 10 for me on a “Boy Excitement Scale” and I’d dare say for Leslie, who lived on the same block as Alice, me, and her sister Laura, it had to be a 10 for her, on any teen Girl’s Scale of Possible Girdle Embarrassments! |
| Name: | Alyssa |
| Subject: | Cruel Sisters (xxx) |
| Message: | I have 2 older step sisters that love to pick on me and do very mean things to me when my parents aren’t around. They are 19 and 21 and I am only 14. Last week after school I had this boy from my class I have a crush on over at my house after school. We were in my bedroom with the door closed kissing and fooling around when my sisters burst in. He had my pants unzipped and ½ down, and my shirt up at the time so totally startled we both jumped up trying to straighten ourselves out. My sisters demanded to know what were doing with the door closed. My crush had a very visible boner in his pants so they grabbed us both scolding us saying we were both very very naughty and in big trouble.
Focusing on my crush’s erection in his pants they laughed and said they wanted to see what he had in there! My sisters are both almost 6’ tall so they easily over powered him holding his arms behind him and undoing his jeans. Then they forcefully depantsed him, underwear and all, right there in front of me. Humiliated they held him up with his erect penis swinging around exposed in full view of all of us and him unable to even cover himself. They cupped his mouth from behind to muffle his protests and just held him like that chuckling at his humiliation. I screamed for them to stop but my sister swatted me on the butt very hard calling me a cheap tramp. She said I needed to be taught a lesson so, while my other sister held my depantsed boyfriend in place, she began wrestling my pants and panties totally off me now too. Crying I struggled and kicked trying to keep my pants on but it was no use. She got them down and then off my feet in no time, and then forced my shirt over my head and off too. Forcing me to stand up completely stripped and stark naked she held my arms behind me now too so they all could get a view of every inch of my exposed body. Laughing and shaking me around so my young exposed breasts jiggled they both laughed at my naked humiliation. Smacking my bare ass hard a number of times she then ordered me to get on my knees in front of my crush. Saying I deserved to be taught a lesson I’d never forget she forced me down and pushed my face towards my crushes erect rod ordering me to suck it right there in front of them! I refused so she pulled my arms up from behind, spanked my ass hard again and pinched my nose till I opened my mouth yelping in pain. Then she violently pushed my face forward forcing his shaft into my mouth! She shoved my head forward hard while my other sister kneed my crush in the lower back forcing him to lean forward till nearly the entire length of his shaft was in my mouth. Holding my hair from behind they both laughed hysterically forcing my head forward and back over and over and over like a jack hammer! Gagging and choking on his fat dick and my own saliva I barely could breath but they showed no sympathy. They laughed saying that this was what little girls get for acting like tramps. Pushing my head forward over and over as I gagged and choked for what felt like an eternity my crush finally tensed up and ejaculated shooting streams of semen into my mouth. Squealing in evil pleasure my sister held my head pushed so deep onto his shaft that my nose was pressed against his pubic hair. Choking and spewing saliva and cum from the edges of my stretched lips they ordered me to swallow but I couldn’t. Almost vomiting I convulsed twisting my head around wildly till she finally released her grasp on my hair. With saliva and ejaculation dribbling down my chin and all over my chest I fell backwards naked and gasping for breath. Laughing hysterically at me, my other sister released my crush throwing him to the ground next to me and they both left cackling like witches all the way down the hallway saying wait till my parents got home. When my step mother came home later that evening my sisters told her they caught me having sexual relations with a boy in my room! I cried trying to tell her what really happened but she believed my sisters instead, and called me a liar. My step mother was outraged at me and I was stripped of my pants and underwear again right in front of them and pulled over my step mothers lap. I was spread wide and held that way so my smirking sisters could see all of me and viciously spanked with a hair brush as I kicked and screamed till the tears streamed down my face. I swore I’d one day have revenge on my evil witch step sisters! |
| Name: | Mandy |
| Subject: | The beautiful teen - sexually explicit |
| Message: | It was a day like any other. I was riding the subway making my way home from work. As usual, I was pretty bored with this monotonous journey, until she entered the train and sat opposite me. She was so cute, no older than 18, but absolutely gorgeous.
I had never considered myself a lesbian before but this girl could turn anyone’s head. I desperately wanted to get her clothes off and view her in all her natural beauty. This girl was stunning, a teen with real natural beauty. Her beauty was accentuated by her choice of clothes. She was a punk, but not in an extreme way, but enough to attract attention. Her hair was short and styled in a deliberately messy manner, she wore a stud in her nose, and her dress was devised from an oversized grey woolly sweater, a black skirt, black leggings that ran down to the top of her shins, black socks and black leather DM style boots with yellow laces. I could not take my eyes off those boots, they were so cute and so was she. I sat opposite this teen cutie, just a few feet away, staring at her stunning footwear. I eventually looked up at her face and she was staring directly at me – in a kind of ‘what are you looking at’ way. I risked a smile but she looked away in contempt and crossed her feet in an attempt to obscure my view of her footwear. After a short while she stood up and made her way to the train doors. The train stopped and she left. I couldn’t resist, I jumped up and followed. I followed her at a distance, constantly wondering why. Why was I following her? I could not leave her but what was I going to do with her? “Mug her for her boots” my mind kept saying. I knew the area well and worked out the best position to jump her. I was 27 at the time and 3 times bigger than this teeny, she had no chance. I took a short cut and got in front of her. I waited for her in anticipation. I did not have to wait long until I spotted her making her way down the path in my direction. I felt both nervous and excited as I hid behind the nearest dense tree. I waited patiently until it was time to strike. Jumping the girl from behind, I quickly pushed her off the path and into the woods. “Stop…what are you doing?” she shouted. “Quiet bitch” was my response as I forced her back up against the nearest tree. “What are you doing?” she repeated “This is an old fashion mugging and nothing else…do what I say and you won’t get hurt” I informed her. “I haven’t got anything” was her response. “You have enough” I said stroking her cheek. She turned her face away from my hand. “Mmmm, nice boots” I commented, looking down at her feet. She ignored my comment and looked away. “Now, we are going to walk a little deeper into the woods and then you’re gonna hand over your money, jewellery and boots…now move” I ordered She started walking in the direction that I pointed. After a short while I told her to stop and stand with her back against the nearest tree. “Money…hand it over” I ordered She slowly removed her canvass purse and emptied it into my hands. My hands filled with a bunch of coins. “Is that it” I asked her “It’s all I have” was her response “Well it won’t do…get your jewellery off…all of it…including that nose stud” I said Slowly she removed her jewellery piece by piece and placed it in my open hand. Her ring, watch, bracelet, necklace and nose stud were all handed over. I put it all in my pocket and looked down at her feet. “…now the boots” I said “Don’t take my shoes…I have to walk home” she pleaded “Not my problem bitch…now get em off… strip those feet” was my response “Please, you can have anything else, but don’t steal my shoes” she begged. “Forget it…I want them shoes…and because you’ve argued, I want your skirt too” I informed her. “What!!” she said “Skirt…I want your skirt as well” I informed her “Now get your boots and skirt off, anymore arguing and I’ll have your panties as well” She slowly unclasped her skirt and dropped it to the floor, kicking it over to me. She looked so stunning stood their in her black leggings that I just couldn’t resist her. I stepped forward until we were nose to nose and slowly slipped my hand under her leggings and into her panties. Her faced was covered in shock and her eyes opened widely as I hunted around inside her little panties – but she did not resist. I gently inserted a finger into her vagina and her mouth opened as wide as her eyes. I continued to force my finger into her as she backed higher and higher up the tree that was immediately behind her. She was desperately trying to escape my finger but could only back away so far. I looked down at her feet and noticed that she was stood on tip-toe in those beautiful boots, trying to prevent further penetration. I looked back into her eyes which were now closed, however her mouth remained wide open. She whimpered as I began rotating the finger that was inserted deeply inside of her. It struck me that she was enjoying the sensation and she began gyrating on my finger, letting out a slight whimper every so often. Thrusting my finger harder and quicker with every second, she began riding my finger. It was as if she had never masturbated before, she was definitely peaking orgasm. She continued whimpering and gyrating until she finally reached her climax, screaming out in ecstasy. I withdrew my finger, pulling my hand out of her panties. Her legs were like jelly, her energy sapped. I slowly dragged her from the tree and laid her out on a nearby patch of grass – she didn’t even open her eyes. She laid still with both arms stretched out above her head, her eyes remained closed, but she still appeared to be experiencing an orgasm. I reached down and lifted her left foot up to where I stood and ever so slowly began unlacing her boot. She looked up at me and meekly watched her boot being taken, she continued gyrating slightly where she was lying – It was as if she was now enjoying the sensation of her boot being removed. Once unlaced I yanked at the boot, dragging her a little way across the floor, it finally slipped off and her socked foot dropped back down to the ground. I lifted the boot to my nose and inhaled the inside, taking in the warm sweet aroma of new leather. She continued watching me closely, still stimulating herself. I dropped her left boot on the ground, but before I could reach for her right, she lifted her foot up to where I stood, inviting me to take her boot – I knew it, she was enjoying someone else removing her boots. I grabbed the boot and tore at the lace until the boot was lose enough to virtually fall off. Yanking it off, I dropped it next the other. I then bent down and peeled her socks off in order to view her pretty naked feet. I rolled the socks up and tucked them into the boots. I then collected up her skirt and boots and headed off, leaving the girl laid out on the floor, she barely looked up. Once home I place her boots in the standing position on the middle shelf in my bedroom. I never wanted to wear them or sell them; I just wanted them as a token to remind me of this beauty. Every time I entered my bedroom her boots were just in front of me acting as a very interesting reminder of a very interesting encounter. |
| Name: | Jill |
| Subject: | Stripped again! |
| Message: | My husband recently confessed to having posted a couple of stories describing some of my most embarassing experiences on this site. After reading them, I found myself so turned on that I thought I'd give it a try myself.
This particular event took palce just last weekend. I was partying at home with my husband Vince, my cousin Christine and my best friend Trish. Once we were all thoroughly wasted, Trish decided that we ought to take one of those late night, drunken strolls around town. The four of us staggered around our suburban neighborhood for nearly an hour before arriving at our local playground. Trish had been grabbing my boobs and slapping my ass for most of the trip and it was making me pretty horny! After spying one of those spiral shaped slides on the playground, Christine dared me to slide down head first. Feeling drunk and invincible, I accepted. I climbed up the ladder to the top of the slide. Christine followed me up to ensure that I didn't chicken out. I laid out flat on my stomach at the top and started to pull myself forward onto the slide. Arms outstreched in front of me, I began my descent. Just as I did, I felt Christine's hands grab the waist of my jeans! Stuck near the top of the slide, I could feel my jeans start to slip down my hips. My thoughts went immediately to the embarrassing panties I had on that night. Oh God! I loved it! Christine was laughing hysterically when I heard her hollar to Trish and Vince. "Help me take Jilly's pants off!" I knew that Trish and my husband would be happy to obey that order. Trish and Vince came up to either side of the slide and went to work. Together, they managed to get my jeans undone. I could feel Christine give a good yank and with that, I slid right out of my pants and down the slide. I was wearing the silliest little white panties with red polka-dots all over them! I flew superman-style off the end of the slide, landing ass-up on the ground. All three were laughing uncontrollably. I got to my feet and tried to cover my embarrassing underwear with my hands. I was so turned on by my own de-pantsing, I was afraid they might see how wet I was getting! Christine slid down the slide and started chasing me. I had a feeling she might try and take my embarassment further. And I was secretly really glad that she did. I ran across the park in my little polka-dot panties and a white tanktop that provided no coverage for my sweet, round ass. When Christine caught up to me, she grabbed the hem my top with both hands and pulled it over my head. Vince and Trish joined in of course and soon had my shirt and socks off too! They had me face down on the grass and I could feel the clasp of my white lacy bra give way to their attacks. I kind of let them take my bra up my arms and then managed to escape for another lttle streak. I ran back across the park in nothing but my panties, sort of covering my big, bouncing DD tits as I ran. Vince and Trish were in hot pursuit when I felt from behind me, a hand slip inside the waistband of my little panties. With a jerk, Trish hauled my panties down to my ankels, leaving me totally naked in the park! I kicked my undies off my feet and just kept running for home! I thought I was going to come right there as I ran down our street completely exposed. Fortunately (or unfortunately) it was so late that the streets were nearly dead with the exception of a couple of honking cars. I got to the door of our building and it dawned on me that Vince had the keys. So I stood there covering my tits with one arm and my pussy with the other until they arrived behind me. I hope they strip me in public again soon! |
| Name: | samantha |
| E-mail address: | stiggsfocus1@aol.com |
| Subject: | A lesson in putting babies nappy/diaper on |
| Message: | Hi my sam when i worked in banking a few years back i had a freind who told me one day she thought she was preagnant so i told her to do a test and finde out she did and the next day came in and told every one she was going to have a baby.Now our office allways plays jokes on each other so as the manager was in on the prank we had a little party in one of the offices to wet the babys head we all got a bit drunk and lisa the mum to be was opening a few preasents then came the managers preasent in was a full pack of nappies when lisa opened them she she said there to big for a new born thats rite we the manager said we thought we would give you a lesson in how they go on three of the girls there grabbed her arms and led her to a table and sat her on it then they undone her skirt and pulled it off leaving a pink silk thong that was soon removed with a bit of protest then a nappy was unfolded anher legs were liffted in the air and a nappy was slid under her and pulled up between her legsafter she had a bit of powder sprinkled on her bottom and puss puss after it was on we let her go this happend to me aswell but they removed my blouse aswell the things you get upto when your young .Let the good times roll. |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | !3th Stripping: Hen Night (unlucky for some!) |
| Message: | When I arrived home in my outfit courtesy of my colleagues I was begging fiance to get a coat or something to cover me up, we have a short drive at home but I did not see the benefit from a mad dash to the door. He was beside himself with me in that state and extracted a forfeit.
Save to say I was up for the forfeit anyway as I was now pretty turned on and he made me only remove the panties despite the fact they split crotch. When the girls arrived to collect me the minibus already had all 10 girls in it and they all noisely descended to the door. I had taken the nipple clamps off (eventually) and got into the tiny stretched dress that they had given me it barely covered my panties and when I pulled it down my boobs were in real danger of falling out. I had needed to put on a pair of white pants under my new "gift" as a result of my forfeit if you know what I mean. So feeling fantastic and flushed I opened the door to the girls. Two of the girls had missed the fun in the afternoon and demanded to see the famous by now knickers, it's hard to stop a crowd of randy nurses stopping pulling your tiny dress up, and they were less than impressed with the extra white pants. Without any reference or ackowledgement to my fiance I was told to get them off, I must have hesitated a micro second or they had already realised that they would just do it anyway but I was jumped and overpowered easily as both sets of pants were pulled off me and over a pair of red high heels I had added for the night. They then put my new pants on me and one asked about the nipple clamps, they were produced quickly by my still fiancee and attached as a punishemnt and draped over the front of the dress for all to see as I was bundled out the house because we were now wasting good drinking time. On our way to the first bar the subject of knickers came up as they all discussed the last few minutes and whether or not I had been punished enough. A Chinese whisper went round the bus as they passed the message on everyone looked at me and smiled, this did not look good. Sure enough it wasn't, they easily overpowered me again in such a small space and my split crotch panties were removed again and secured in the window by winding it down a little putting a little of the waistband in and rewinding so they hung for evryone to see in the inside of the bus. We had a few drinks in this bar and went back in the bus towards the next destination, to cut a long story shorter I lost a stocking next and it was put in the window, next bar the next stocking. As we arrived the windows were filling up with my clothes and was getting obvious to other drinkers what was going on (or off). My bra was taken with a bit of a struggle but the clamps were used to keep me still, then my supender belt was taken as we visited the last bar. We were in there for ages with me wearing just this revealing dress and being flashed at various times by my "friends". The dance floor was a nightmare and they all took turns to make sure I suffered the maximum exposure without actually losing the dress. When we left in the bus they took my bag and used my phone to phone home to check my fiance (no names here!)was home waiting up for me, he had fallen asleep on the couch but answered the phone and told them he was alright and asked when to expect me. We were about ten minutes from the house in the bus and I got my phone and bag back and everyone was saying how much they all had enjoyed the evening. At the end of my street they told the bus to stop as there was one more thing to do, nurse are not really known for public stripping but sometimes it happens. I kind of guessed this was going to happen but I was not ready for the way this happened. When the bus stopped all the girls said goodnight and I walked towards the bus exit, and started to go down the stairs, I actaully thought I had got away with it when a hand covered mine on the rail and I heard giggling from behind me. A few had gone out the emrgency exit and I was now surrounded, my free hand was grabbed as the dress was easily lifted up and over my free hand and gathered over the hand on the rail. The bus driver could not believe it. A cheer went up that I thought would waken the neighbours as I was released, and the dress snatched away back into the bus. The girls quickly went back into the bus and it started to drive away. I was stark naked in my own street wearing bright red high heels and nipple clamps so I ran over to the pavement on my side of the street and as quickly and quietly as I could ran to my front door where he was standing with a camera. I cannot wait until the next one now, one of the girls has announced her engagement, (accompanied by the usual congratualtion ceremony of course!) |
| Name: | Aaron |
| Subject: | "Keep-Away" |
| Message: | One day after school I was in the house watching TV while my kid brother Joey and his friend Josh were outside. They were sitting around playing PSP because our mom had told them they had to go outside. While they were playing my older sister Nicole and her friend Shelby pulled into the driveway. Normally my sister's okay but Shelby can sometimes decide to be a bitch for no reason, and this time she took the game away from them.
Of course Joey and Josh immediately started yelling at her to give it back, and the window was open so I heard the whole thing so I got up to watch. Shelby called out, "Hey Nicole, catch!" and tossed the PSP to my sister, who awkwardly managed to catch it with both hands against her chest. Josh yelled that they were going to break it, and demanded it back, but I guess Nicole sort of got caught up in the moment and threw it back to Shelby. Thus began their game of keep-away from the two kids. As it went on the boys became increasingly frustrated and I think Joey was pretty close to crying. Nicole just laughed along, but Shelby was taunting them, saying how they were acting like little crybabies over a stupid video game. (It happened to cost over $200, Joey had been saving his allowance for months to buy it.) I could see the fury in his eyes, and the next time Nicole caught it and was holding it over his head, he grabbed both sides of her elastic-waist pants and pulled them down to her shoes, right in the middle of the driveway! I just busted out laughing. My sister's yellow panties with little blue flowers were on full display to the entire neighborhood! Immediately she screamed, dropped the PSP and bent over to pull her pants back up. Before she could, Joey slammed into her and knocked her on her ass, then he grabbed hold of her pants and began tugging them off over her shoes. Shelby was laughing at her friend's misfortune, but Josh soon turned on her with the same attack plan. He managed to grab her legs and pull her down, then went to work undoing the belt and zipper on her jeans. It didn't take long before both girls were pantless! Shelby had on a pair of thong panties with multi-colored stripes. By this time some of the neighbors doing yardwork had turned to look, there was another kid across the street on a bike watching, and a car had driven past and honked its horn. The two girls were so embarrassed to be standing in front of everybody in their underwear. Of course they immediately tried to take their pants back, but now the game of keep-away had reversed! Josh had spotted me in the open window and threw Shelby's jeans up to me. Joey did the same with Nicole's, and I in turn leaned out the window and hucked them up onto the roof of our house! The girls didn't know what to do... Our parents would be coming home from work any minute! Their first instinct was to get another pair of pants from the house and get covered up again, but they also knew Mom and Dad would demand an explanation as to why their pants were on the roof. Plus Shelby is a different size than Nicole so she needed to get hers down. I watched, cracking up, as my sister awkwardly got the 8-foot ladder out of the garage, leaned it against the roof, and climbed up to retrieve their pants with all the neighbors watching. They didn't quite make it. Our Mom's car pulled up just as Nicole was coming down the ladder with their pants in one hand. The girls just stood there red-faced, holding their pants over their fronts as best they could to hide their underwear. They got in serious trouble for teasing my brother and his friend, and for putting on a show for the neighborhood. Joey and Josh got in trouble for pantsing them in the first place. And I got in trouble for throwing the girls' pants up on the roof. Only the PSP made it through unscathed, but the boys didn't get to play with it for a week. |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | 12th Stripping: Last shift before Wedding |
| Message: | I knew something naughty would be in store for me on this shift. The Rota had been done so that there was plenty of cover and also meant that there was plenty people to help celebrate with me as nobody wanted to miss out on the fun.
The afternoon shift arrived in around 1.00pm that day earlier than usual and I was just scooped up onto a trolley and I knew I was going to be in trouble. My crowd have a great way of winding the victim up, they usually have a table in the changing room with a shaving tray, handcuffs, and tape or other toys so when you arrive you start to worry what's in store. On this day there was the usual table with a shaving tray, a veil, an "L" plate, and a tiarra so I had a pretty good idea which direction I would be going. Instead of the usual laundry room I was wheeled along to the bathroom wher a latge bath had already been filled for me. This is usually for initiation baths which can be fully clothed, partly clothed, or just plain naked depending on the occasion and individual, so I assumed they would now undress me and dunk me but no. I was carried from the trolley and dunked in the bath fully clothed into the icy cold water. Nothing can prepare you no matter how many times it happens for the feeling of having all your clothes sticking to you in the bath. I was then helped out of the bath wrapped in a couple of large towels and sat on the trolley, I though it was all over as they cheered and laughed but then I was pulled backwards down onto the trolley and wheeled out the door into the corridor. Well sure enough I was wheeled into the laundry room, this is our traditional area for hi jinx as there is plenty of floor space and away from the ward. I was held down by many hands until as more of the staff could got away from the ward. There were even friends and ex colleagues from other wards there the room was packed. There had been a discussion already about what to do as there seemed to be a definate plan going on, these girls were organised and I was very nervous. "Right Girls" was the signal to get the show started and My arms were pulled above my head and my feet were held firm to give everyone it seemed to me clear access to my uniform zipper and belt as they fought over who was going to help strip me. It does not seem to matter how many times a nurse is stripped an almighty cheers goes up when her uniform is taken from her. Perhaps I may have added to the situation by keeping with our tradition and was wearing black stockings and suspenders together with matching lacy bra and thong. The noise was louder than usual and more people came into the room to see what was happening, although in my experience when you hear that roar from the laundry room it can only be for one reason, someone is being stripped. Nevertheless they made short work stripping off all my underwear and throwing it to the back of the room, more cheering accompanied this and I was now held gently but firmly down on the trolley and awaited my fait. The shaving tray was produced and after a couple of minutes another cheer went up as the last few pubic hairs were removed and I now felt bare naked, damp and cold and somehow vunerable as I had no idea what was going to happen next. Another cheers as the my main tormentors from the ward produced a plastic bag from the famous party plan company with shops now with assorted goodies for me. They were not a present as I first suspected but they were now going to redress me and I had no choice but to go along with it. I was struggling thinking enough is enough but there were too many. A couple of the girls from my ward towelled me dry and started to rub on talcum powder from the bag, they missed nowhere as I was rubbed everywhere. I was turned over to get my back dried and powdered as the noise grew in the room when they saw what was in the bag. I was being tickled and sombody had each foot and was tormenting me as I wriggled I was warned to stay still otherwise things would get worse for me. As I lay there I began to realise what they were up to. They lifted me up and despite all attempts to stop them they got a pair of bright red split crotch panties onto me. Then to the great delight A pair of nipple clamps were attached gently thankfully, the ones with the chain attaching them together and a tidy matching bra so the clamps would not be hidden. I could see camers phones now appearing but they were not finished yet. They had got bright red stockings and my legs were held very firm as I struggled to no avail but they got them on me together with a lacy suspender belt and they were fixed. Make up was then produced as they sat me up and "dolled" me up brushed my damp hair and fixed the tiarra and veil on me. To finish it all off I had to put on long red gloves. The L plate wes attached to the veil and I was ready. The problem now was how to get back to the changing room. They had thought of that as I was covered with a blanket and laid back on the trolley. I should have guessed the next bit as we passed the changing room en route to another ward, "just to wish me good luck", I tried to get off the trolley but was kept there until the neighbouring ward. The blanket was removed for everyone to admire the handiwork, then I was taken to that ward's laundry room and strapped by the arms and legs to the trolley. "That will stop you escaping" as we went round every ward and department in the hospital. I was wheeled around for more that 2 hours and left in the doctor's day room for them to rescue me. These young doctors certainly took their time inspecting ALL the work done in every detail, they just love a helpless nurse strapped to a trolley in provocative underwear,I still can't believe they HAD to check I have been shaved, however they eventually released me after I agreed to be examined and helped me out with a white coat to cover myself up. My fiance had already been phoned and was waiting to collect me, appartantly he had been in on at least the big picture but did not no the detail but I could see was not disappointed. The girls had given him my clothes already and persuaded him ( not that it took much) to lock them in the boot. I have to say that he is lucky nothing happened to him, we did a clothes swap once with a girls leaving to be married but then she was not dressed like me she was stripped of her uniform and he was invited to watch, he left wearing her underwear and uniform and she was wearing his. My white coat was uncermoniously taken from me in the car park next to the car as they all came out to say goodbye and I was driven home in my new clothes. They would round to collect me in two hours but I could swap the clamps for a the short red dress in the bag, I knew better than to disobey. |
| Name: | Kara |
| Subject: | stripped at soccer |
| Message: | One time me and my team were playing soccer, we are a great girls team all aged 19-20. Anyway, We were losing one game 1-0 and it was quite late in the game, I ran down the side and scored a great goal! Then just a couple of minutes later I scored again, just before full time. It was great! My team mates all gathered around me and lifted me up high, then one of my 'friends' shouted "let's strip her" and they did! THey pulled off my shorts and underwear, then my shirt and bra! So I was totally naked being carried around in front of loads of people! They carried me off around the park then tied my hands and left me ages away from the locker room! I had to run all the way back in the nude and guess what? They had gathered a huge crowd of our MALE friends who all took pictures and laughed.
I don't play anymore! |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | 11th Stripping: Announced Engagement |
| Message: | I was delighted when my husband eventually got round to popping the question and could not wait to get back to the ward to show the ring and tell them that we were going to be married.
I took some cakes in and a bottle of bubbly to just to mark the occasion and celebrate the moment with my workmates. The wedding was going to be in around six months but no date had been set but inevitably the conversation got round to the hen night and what we should do and where we could go. A weekend away is usually out of the question as there is a ward to run so not everybody can go, so that was counted out, a pub crawl is what we do anyway but we might get dressed up, was another suggestion. The conversation turned to what we might dress up as, and various suggestion came forward and got racier and more adventurous as we went on. during this there were many taunts to me as to "what they were going to do me" and "did have the figure to carry it off". Of course I protested and told them that I did still have a figure and albeit was not volunteering to go round the pubs in a basque I would still fit into one. Nurses in these situations are past masters at slowly changing the emphasis and meaning of any conversation to focus on the victim and get them to condemn themselves. Why did I fall into the trap? Why did I insist that I still had a figure? Surely I should have read the signs, I have led this conversations on others so many times but on this occasion I have almost given them the excuse for proof of my claims. When they asked for proof or rather said they should check for themselves I could have kicked myself and tried to change the subject and refused to show them so they just ganged up on me. I was still in a chair when they started by holding my arms and lossening my shoes and zipper. They had been waiting for payback since all had been stripped organised by myself and they were not going to let this opportunity go to waste. They were well trained and efficient and soon my uniform was over my head and they used this to keep my arms in control as I could feel them stand me up and peel off my tights and pants. I could feel the cooler air but still could see nothing through the uniform still over my head. Next I knew would be a single hand up my back to unclip my bra and the whole lot was pulled clear of my arms and I was now successfully stripped naked in under 90 seconds. There were a few comments regarding my figure but my clothes were given back ( still some respect for my position albeit naked) I got dressed on my own and returned to the ward slightly shaken but still in charge, wondering what was in store for me on the hen night. |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | 10th Stripping: First day as Sister on New Ward |
| Message: | As mentioned previously I thought the "celebrations" were done when I qualified as a sister. It happened however that I was posted to another ward in the hospital and was asked to arrive an hour before the shift started to see round and get aquainted with their systems.
I arrived in plenty of time and most of the staff were actually there waiting, I reckoned the sister who was leaving was doing a fine job of handing over the post and introducing the staff as the last of the off duty staff appeared. "Right now, are we ready?" she said, I thought the question was aimed at me and answered "Yes!". That was obviously the cue for the rest of the induction, everybody cheered as I was lifted onto a trolley and wheeled towards the large bathroom. I thought I was going just for a bath as that is often the fate of new starts. Despite my new seniority they wasted no time unzipping my new uniform and firmly undressing me down to my underwear. It did not really matter anyway but someone remarked that I had already been fully stripped before leaving my last ward, but they had not performed the traditional shaving on me and had left it for the new ward to perform. The front of my panties were pulled back to check and although I did keep myself reasonably neat and tidy It was clear I was going to have to shaved. A tray was produced so quickly as to be already organised and I was shaved by the most junior member of staff. I had not been aware of the bath being filled during this ordeal but I was then dunked into the coldest possible water you can imagine and left to get back to the ward. Being a sister does have it's advantages as I was left a large towel to wrap up in and at least did not have to streak down the corridor. I have to say I have spent a few years in that ward and we are a great and close team. |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | 9th Stripping: Qualified as Sister |
| Message: | Of course I knew what would be in store for me when I qualified as a Nursing Sister it's just the when bit. In my case it came unexpectedly when a parcel arrived at the ward.
I had passed the exam and that was common knowledge we had been out for a drink and nothing had happened but this parcel contained my new uniform! The rest of my colleagues now rounded on me to try it on, but I refused saying I wanted to try it at home first to check it fitted and to make any minor adjustments. They would not take no for an answer and just like every other person in my position at that moment they crowded round me and herded me along to the changing room. I said that I was not going to just change in front of them to which the mob concensus was that I should and that that were going to help me. Whilst still standing in the changing room I was unceremoniously stripped of my old uniform and rather than leave it at that my bra, tights and panties were whipped off me together with my shoes leaving me starkers (again) in the changing room. At this point they just left the room with my clothes. Since all they left me with was my new uniform I had no choice but to put it on and follow them over to the desk do a twirl and collect my clothes. I must admit I did think that that would be the end of it qualifying as a sister but that's now another story. |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | 6th Stripping 21st Birthday |
| Message: | My 21st Birthday was clearly well publicized, I was having a party at the flat and had invited colleagues from work and friends from school etc. I had a little poster made up and invitations just like everyone else I suppose.
Nurses celebrate occasions like this with high jinx of their own, I knew I would be out of my uniform at some point on the day and according to the last few 21st's I had seen or heard about I would be subject to the "dreaded shave". I was working on my birthday on the early shift and had arranged for the party at night. There was one of the posters altered to state that at 12.00 noon at my ward there would be the opportunity to wish happy birthday "in the traditional manner". I kind of guessed what this would be so I tried to put it to the back of my mind. During the shift the rest would tease me and wind me up, but since I had aoften been on the other end I was not too worried and just wanted it to be over with. At about 11.0'clock I was grabbed and dragged into the side ward by the rest of the nurses on shift and on to the bed. The room had been cleared and the bed was all that was there. They tied my wrists and ankles to the frame with furry pink velcro handcuffs, they were the novelty ones but they certainly did the trick, I was not expecting this as the room began to fill up with other nurses from around the hospital. There would have been about 30 people in the room and at 12 Noon exactly 2 of the doctors from the hospital came in. Nobody seemed the slightest affected by the fact that I was tied to the bed. They read out a couple of cards and said that in keeping with the traditions of the hospital that I was to celebrate my 21st birthday naked. Like a military operation I was then loosened from my handcuffs but held firmly as my shoes were taken off my feet, at the same time I was watching hands fighting over my zip as it was pulled down and my uniform dres lifted up and over my head. I was wearing black stockings and suspender belt with sexy underwear on the advice of my ward sister. There was a cheer of approval as this came into view, apparantly this too is an often used "treat" for the onlookers and by the noise in the room must have worked again. It did not stop them peeling everything off me though as I was continued to be stripped naked and retied to the bed. My ward sister then said that since we had a few students in the room we would now have a small training session on pubic shaving. My legs were freed and lifted into the stirrups and the sister expertly shaved me completely bare. Next I was returned to my bindings and a cake was produced and everyone sang happy birthday to me, I was loosened to blow out the candles then everyone just left the room as if nothing had happened, I was naked and shaved as expected standing in a room with a birthday cake! Predictably my devious lot had played the naughty nurse routine again and had pinched my clothes but did return with a tray of bubbly to have with the cake together with a single stocking and my bra. "Could manage to retrieve an more" they said, so I had to partly streak across the corridor to the changing room where the rest were, it's just a game you see! After the shift we got changed and got dressed to kill and hit the pub across the road before going back to the flat. My flatmates had organised the food and drink so I was told just turn up, bring your workmates, and we will celebrate. The barstaff asked what the occasion was and they sent over a bottle of bubbly, quite a few drinks were sent over from faces I thought I recognised from earlier so by the time the minibus arrived we were all pretty frisky. There were 15 going back to the party and it only had 12 seats the driver was not happy taking more than the limit but we promised not to tell and crushed up onto the available seating. I was sitting on Marion's knee and was asked how I enjoyed this afternoon celebrations. I said I had been expecting it and it was not so bad but I was happy that it was over and I did not have to go through it again. Well, four of the girls on the bus missed the show because they had to work to let other go and Marion who is not the smallest put her arms round my waist to hold me firm and said "Who said you don't have to go through it again?" I was sitting on Marion's knee in the centre of the back seat, and was being held in place. My top was lifted up and away as my mini skirt was unzipped and taken. There were no howls of appreciation now my stockings and underwear were just pulled off me as I was held helpless and now naked for the second time today. My clothes were passed down the bus and place on the startled driver's knee, I could see him looking in the mirror as my arms and legs were held back for hime to checkout the view. We arrived in a few minutes and I was abandoned with the driver to get dressed and follow them up to the party. The driver must have thought his luck was in but I quickly popped on my top and skirt collected the rest and scarpered. I got properly dressed in the toilet in the flat and came out to cheering as it was obvious the advance party had told them what had happened. The party was fabulous the girls had made plenty food and everyone was mixing well and nobody was complaining about the noise. The flat filled up slowly then when the evening shift nurses found their way it got pretty crowded and about 11 another cake was produced. I blew out the candles and there were a few shouts saying I should blow them out naked just like the hospital but thankfully someone said that was the tradition of the hospital only and not necessary here. Then a shout went up for birthday bumps no luck here I thought as I was grabbed by four guys by a leg or arm each. The guys with my legs could not help them selves parting them gently to get a proper eyefull of my stocking tops and underwear, but hey that's why I had them on I thought. As they raised me for the first bump a shout went up (female I'm sure) should she not be in her birthday suit for her birthday bumps? My heart sank as no reason was given and my flatmates were given the job off stripping me as I was still held off the ground by these appreciative guys who could not believe their luck. The girls took their time spinning it out for maximum pleasure for the guys and maximum suffering for me as they pretended to be on my side when my skirt and top were removed saying "is this enough?" then unclipping my suspender belt, "is this enough/" then one stocking then the other then my bra, then held there with just a lacy thong "is this enough?" NO was the answer as it was eased down my legs to gasps by those who had not realised the shaving and tossed to the corner of the room. I was then bumped 21 times and released reluctantly these guys would have held me there all night given the chance. My clothes were not lying in a neat pile nor did I get any help as they were either hidden or sat on or stuffed in pockets or just teasingly thrown around the room. The girls did not allow me into the bedroom for replacements and I finished the party partly dressed but I had survived the day. |
| Name: | Natsha |
| Subject: | A Cinderella story - kind of!!! |
| Message: | This story takes part during the Edwardian Period, when things were very, very different.
Emma entered the house that had once belonged to her father. She was dressed all in black having just returned from her father’s funeral. ‘Fifteen was too young for a girl to lose her only remaining blood relative’ she thought. …Oh yes, she had relatives but they were not blood. Her stepmother who Emma’s dad had wedded two years prior to his death and her two scrounging daughters were more like a nemesis than relatives. After a short while her step mother and her step sisters followed Emma into the house. “I’m going make some changes in here” Emma’s stepmother said looking around the house. “You will do nothing of the kind” Emma responded in frustration, “…this is my fathers house and you will leave it be”. “No No my dear Emma, you seem to forget, this is my house now and so is everything in it” her step mother replied walking out of the hallway and into Emma’s father’s study. The stepsisters giggled at their mother’s reply, staring at Emma. How Emma hated her stepsisters. There was Charlotte, a 21 year old, who thought she was 41 and there was Florence, a 19 year old who acted like a member of the monarchy. Emma ignored the girls and made her way up the staircase, longing for the piece and quiet of her bedroom. Charlotte and Florence watched Emma intently as she climbed the stairs. “Emma dear…why don’t you take your shoes off so as not to muddy our carpets” said Florence. Emma ignored the request and continued walking the stairs. When Emma reached her bedroom she closed her door and laid down on her bed, facing the ceiling. She was thinking of good times when there was a sudden knock on the door. Emma ignored it but the door opened and Florence walked in. “Are you relaxing? good idea dear” said Florence as she approached Emma’s bed. Emma ignored her and continued staring at the ceiling. “You shouldn’t be wearing your shoes on our bed…I’ll take them off for you” said Florence as she started to pick at Emma’s lace on her right boot. Emma kicked her foot away from Florence “leave my shoes alone” she said. Emma’s shoes were hand-made black leather boots that laced tightly up over her shin. “You’re gonna get it soon enough” barked Florence as she stormed out of Emma’s bedroom. After a short time, Emma could hear her step mother calling her from downstairs. Emma got up and slowly made her way back down the stairs. As she reached the bottom of the stairs she could see her step mother and her step sisters in the living quarters. “Oh, there you are…come in here at once” said her step mother. Emma entered the living room. “What do you want?” quizzed Emma. “What do you want MOTHER” replied her stepmother. “You are not my mother” barked Emma turning and heading for the front door. “Where are you going Emma?” shouted her step mother. “Out” replied Emma. “Not in those clothes you’re not” said her step mother. Emma stopped and turned around, “What?” Emma responded. “It’s like I said earlier, everything in this house is mine, including the clothes you stand in…Now take them off” was her stepmothers response. Her step mother just stared at the girl, waiting for Emma to strip. She could hear her step sisters giggling behind their mother. “You want my frock?” responded Emma “No Emma, you have it wrong, I’m taking back my frock” responded her step mother. “Her shoes, her shoes, make her give me her pretty shoes mother” shouted Florence. Emma remained motionless starring in disbelief at her step mothers request. “Charlotte, help her off with the frock” ordered her step mother. Charlotte approached Emma and untied the ribbon that ran around the waste of Emma’s dress. Pulling the ribbon free, Charlotte walked behind the girl and began unlacing the back of Emma’s frock. Emma did not resist she just continued staring at her step mother who by now was smirking at Emma’s predicament. Once unlaced Charlotte forced the frock over Emma’s shoulders and down her torso, revealing her petticoats and white stockings. The dress was pulled down to Emma’s feet. “Step out of it” ordered Charlotte. Emma did so, allowing Charlotte to pick it up and carry it over to her mother. In only her petticoats, Emma stood motionless staring at her step mother. “Now your shoes” ordered the smirking woman. Emma looked down at her feet and then back up at her step mother. “You’re not having my shoes” said Emma. “But they are Florence’s shoes” replied the woman. “Yes” said Florence “…they are my shoes”. “They will never fit your big ugly feet” replied Emma. “Take them off!” ordered her step mother. Emma remained motionless staring at the three figures in front of her. “Florence, I think Emma needs help removing her shoes” said Emma’s step mother. Florence approached Emma and bent down at her feet. Florence began picking at the bow in the lace of Emma’s right boot until it was untied, she then pulled and loosened each loop until the boot was ready to pull off. Emma remained motionless. “Lift up your foot” ordered Florence. Emma did what was ordered, allowing Florence to pull the boot off from the back of her heel. Florence repeated the procedure with Emma’s other foot. Leaving the girl stood in her stockings. Florence carried the boots back to where her mother stood stroking the footwear like a pet cat. “All of them child, I want everything” said her stepmother. Emma slowly began to remove her remaining undergarments, dropping the discarded clothes in front of her. “I want to see nothing left on that body…I want you stripped naked” barked her stepmother. Once again the girls giggled behind their mother, Florence still stroking her newly acquired shoes. Soon Emma stood in the front of the three women without a stitch of clothing left on. Desperately trying the cover her crotch with her hands. “Hands by your side” ordered her stepmother. Emma obeyed, displaying all of her most private of places, she was so humiliated. Charlotte collected up all of Emma’s remaining clothes and handed them to her mother. “good” said her stepmother “now Charlotte, fetch me my scissors”. It did not take long for Charlotte to return, handing the scissors over to her mother. “Come here child” ordered her stepmother. Emma did as she was told. She stood close to her stepmother as the haggard woman looked down at her. “What pretty hair” commented her stepmother as she stoked Emma’s long golden locks. ‘SNIP’ went the scissors as the woman hacked a chunk of hair from Emma’s head. The girls burst out laughing at their mothers actions. SNIP, SNIP, SNIP continued the scissors, as Emma’s hair fell at her feet. Emma refused to cry, she wouldn’t be beaten by this hag and just stared in the eyes of the woman as she was shaved of all her hair. Here and there, clumps of hair stood out from her scalp but her beautiful hair that she was so proud of had gone. Her stepsisters picked up chunks of her hair, placing them on their hands shouting “who am I?” who am I?” and laughing. Emma ignored there actions and stared at her stepmother. “Now then my precious Emma. You will remain naked until we decide what to give you to wear. You no longer own clothes or shoes and you no longer have a bedroom. You will sleep downstairs in the kitchen and do chores for your keep, do you understand?” Emma nodded meekly. Florence was sat at the other end of the room desperately trying to force Emma’s shoes on her feet. “Ha, she was right” shouted Charlotte “…your feet are too big” “It’s not fair” sulked Florence “…well she’s not having them back”. Florence approached the open fire that was burning away and tossed the shoes in to it. “Look at those pretty boots burn” said Florence to Emma. Emma just stared at the fire that had immersed her footwear. ‘I will have my revenge’ thought Emma to her self. |
| Name: | Sadistocrat |
| E-mail address: | embiber@webtv.net |
| Subject: | A welcome to school prank part two |
| Message: | NOTE This chapter contains sexually excplicit material.
As Janet lay in tears naked on the floor she cursed herself for bieng so stupid as to end up in her current predicament. Janet then had what one might call an epiphany.Her whole life of bieng a follower flashed before her and she then vowed to herself never to follow the pack again since this is where it got her. Janet then stood up, wiped the tears from her eyes and realized that this moment of self realization was great and all but if she didn't make it to the office before the bell rang she would be known throughout her new place of education as the naked girl and that would be her only identity from then on at the dreadful Bergington high. Just as Janet began to pull herself together, suck it up and try to make a run for the office again a boy entered the bathroom.Janet gasped and ran for a stall but in her flurry ran smack into the surface that connected the two stalls and fell to the floor. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!" yelled Janet as she tried to curl up in a ball hiding her nakedness.The amused and quite handsom looking boy didn't say anyhing and just gave her the you must be kidding me look. Then in her humiliation Janet began to stammer saying"oh well um giggle um uh of course your in here giggle i mean this is the boys bathroom" she said so embarrassed she thought she would die then and there. She then slowly stood up still almost in a ball shape leaning way forward trying to cover her tits and pussy with her left arm across her boobs and her right hand over her bush."So who stole your clothes" the now extremely amused boy asked. "Oh just some guy" responded Janet who then giggled again with embarrassment. "Just some guy huh" the now very much enjoying himself boy replied."Yeah that kind of thing happens around here from time to time" he said with amazing casualness."Really" said Janet who then started to feel even more ridiculous realizing that she was now having a conversation with with a guy while standing stark naked in front of him. "Nice shoes by the way" the laughing boy said as he made his way to the urinal to take care of the bussiness he came to take care of in the first place.As the boy took a very long piss Janet got a good feeling about him, he seemed good natured enough and would surely help her she thought to herself as he finished up his bussiness. Janet then looked at the clock seeing that fifteen minutes still remained before the bell rang."Well Janet thought to herself"if this guy is the only guy who sees me naked today i should consider myself lucky and besides this guy is pretty handsome" she thought as she began to feel an affection towards him as her soon to be knight in shining armor. "So you need some help honey?" asked the boy as he turned back towards the still attempting to hide her modesty Janet."Oh yes thank you" she replied expecting him to go get his gym clothes or something. "Then why don't you suck my dick you bitch!" said the boy very matter of factly. "WHAT?!!!" screamed Janet who could not believe her ears."Well let me put it to you like this honey, either get on your knees and give me a GOOD blowjob or i will go into the hallway and yell at the top of my lungs there is a naked girl in the boys bathroom and believe me that will get more attention then ringing the fire alarm will honey." Poor Janet hung her head in defeat and shame as she knew she had no choice unless she wanted to be known throughout the rest of her time at Bergington as the naked girl."Hey now get in the stall and blow me already" said the boy with total and utter confidence that she would. Janet who now started to look as pail as well as red with embarrassment walked quickly into the stall without saying a word and not even looking at the boy. Once on her knees she looked up at the smug faced boy and with a mousey wimper asked"will you please get me something to wear when im finished."Yeah that depends on how good your blowjob is" he said taking out his slightly above average sized dick."The clock is ticking" he reminded. Janet started licking and sucking and trying to give a blowjob like one she would give to a boyfriend wich she had done many a time.But then the boy grabbed her by the hair and started face fucking her like a maniac.Janet had never been face fucked and she didn't know what to do other than choke, try not to puke and wait for it to end.Finally the boy without a hint of warnig shot his load down Janet's throat then threw her backwards laughing smugly.Janet was puking her guts out in the toilet as the boy just walked out of the bathroom still chuckling. After a violent puking Janet just sat on the floor in shock not even knowing how to process the sexual assault she had just indured. After a few more minutes of just sitting there in shock the bell rang.Janet gasped and jumped to her feet. Just as Janet was about to collapse and have a nervous breakdown a voice of reason that still exsisted in the back of her head told her to lock the stall door, jump up on the toilet and hope that no one finds her.Then when the bell rang again and the kids went back to class she would run like hell to the office no matter who she might run into along the way.That was her last hope of maintaining any dignity at this school at all and just maybe she could go back to bieng unnoticed again. Just then the boys bathoom door flung open and she heard Marty/Gregg yell she's in here guys.Before anyone could open the stall door Janet came running out screaming and was greeted what seemed like millions of boys laughing at her, grabbing at her and taking many blinding pictures. Janet ran down the hall naked as a jaybird except for her socks and shoes now surrounded by an endless sea of merciless boys and girls all laughing endlessly. Janet didn't even have the office in her mind anymore, she was just running.When she reached the outdoor lunch area wich was filled with more hooting, hollering and picture taking kids her humiliation reached such hieghts that she couldn't move or breathe.She then had the most lightheaded feeling and passed out.The last thing she heard as she lost consiossness was a boy commenting that she was a natural blond. Then Janet woke up in the office in girls gym clothes with the school nurse standing over her.It was four pm now and Janets mom was in the room.She quickly ran over and hugged a shellshocked Janet.Janet was in no mood to talk to anyone so the school staff respected that for the time bieng and said she could take two weeks off from school but no more. After about two days of Janets mom assuring her that the kids would not remember forever and that bieng known as the naked girl was by no means all she would be remembered for she began to sort of believe her mom and thought to herself that in twelve more days she might be able to go back to bieng the new girl nobody noticed. Twelve days later Janet's mom dropped her off about a block away from school.As she came closer to the shool she could see the crowd ahead already laughing and whistling as they saw her coming.Janet could see her new pals Heather Michelle and Brandie smling ever so sadistically at her as she walked even closer to the school.While walking up the school steps red faced hyperventalating amongst the crowd of taunters Janet began to cover her body as though she were naked again and knew only two things for sure, the kids would never forget, and that it was only a matter of time before the naked pictures of her would show up and most likely in poster size. THE END |
| Name: | Sadistocrat |
| E-mail address: | embiber@webtv.net |
| Subject: | A welcome to school prank part one |
| Message: | Janet Smith is sixteen years old and has transferred to a new highschool.She is blond pretty and most of all a people pleaser.She has always maintained a strong circle of friends or at least been in the circle by going along with whatever the crowd wanted her to do.She even kept boyfriends by succombing to most od thier desires sexual or otherwise.
Janet had always made note of the fact that when it came to boyfriends that most of her friends had thier boyfriends wrapped around thier little fingers and she always felt like a very weak person for bieng the only girl who played dormat to her boyfriends, but her insecurities always prevailed and nothing ever changed. Janet had been at Bergington high for over a week now and had not spoken to a soul outside from her teachers and office personel. She had no idea what was different When she started highschool two years ago. She fit in fine and could not remember feeling anywhere near this alianated and alone.It was her tenth day there as she sat alone at lunch period hudled near a corner pouting to herself almost mumbling aloud her curses towards her father for taking that job that moved her away from her friends and moving her to this new school where the kids were all wierd. "Surely you don't mean me" said a striking brunette who stood only a few feet from Janet. A horrified Janet not realizing she had been mumbling aloud said " oh of course not um i mean you seem normal enough" said Janet who realized as she looked at this girl that she was definitely one of the cool girls at this school, in fact his girl was way cooler than any of her previous friends,in fact this girl looked like one of the plastics from the movie mean girls wich Janet quickly made note not to say outloud."Well im glad you think i seem normal enough" said the bueatiful brunette who extended her hand to Janet and said "my name is Heather, Heather Mcoy"Im Janet, Janet Smith she said almost gratefully shaking Heathers hand. "Come sit with us Janet" said Heather who was now leadig Janet by the hand towards a more populated area of the school where two more girls sat.One red head and another brunette each gorgeos. "This is Brandie" said Heather as the other brunnette extended her hand to Janet wich Janet excitedly shook. "And this is Michelle" said Heather again as the redhead extended her hand to Janet she shook it with an overgrattitude about her. As all three girls sat facing Janet on opposite sides of the bench Michele almost instantly said to Janet " you were one of the cool girls at your last school i bet.Janet knowing that she had better answer that quickly said "well of course i was" and then realized that she sounded way to arrogant."We could tell that a mile away" said Brandy", who then added "you would have probably found us soon enough but we thought we would bring you into our circle, i mean after all us cool girls should all hang together right" "Right" replied a nervous Janet unsure of what to say next. Heather sensing how on pins and needles Janet was decided to cut right to the chase of what they needed her for and said " you see that total dork behind you" Janet turned and saw a guy walking away from the lunch area who looked so nerdy he looked like a cariciture of what a nerd would look like in a B horror movie. "Yeah i see him" said a laughing Janet"he looks like a guy in horror movies who gets pranks pulled on him by girls alot" she said trying to sound cool and superior. "Glad you said that" said Heather all girls now miling wikedley.Cause here's what we need you to do. All three girls explained that the nerdy guy who's name was Marty hanson was the dorkiest and most absurdly gullable guy in school and that all three of them had made Marty's life a living hell for years with thier pranks but over time Marty had been made a fool of so many times by them and other girls that no one could pull one over on him anymoe for wich they needed a new girl to make Marty the victim of yet another cruel prank.They explained to Janet what she needed to do and reasurred her that he really was stupid enough and horny enough to fall for such an obvious prank. As lunch was nearly over Janet readied herself for the task at hand.Just for a second she felt a twinge of pitty for poor Marty but then reminded herself that in life there were winners and losers and that she was a winner and Marty was a loser and that after this she would be a member of a social circle way cooler than even her previous one. With only a minute left before lunch was up she walked right up to Marty who looked like he was on his way to his next class and with the most convincingly sexy voice she could muster she looked him dead in the eye and said sternly yet quietly enough as not to have everyone else hear her, "you wanna fuck" "Are you serious!" exclaimed Marty so loudly he got the attention of alot of the other kids."Yeah come on" said Janet who took Marty by the hand in the direction of the boys bathroom. Janet wondered why Heather Michelle and Brandie wanted to leave Marty stranded naked in the boys bathroom when surely leaving him naked in the girls bathroom would be worse, but no matter, either way ws pretty bad Janet thought to herself laughingly. After they reached the boys bathroom the bell rang and the other students went back to class.Janet then led Marty to the last and largest stall in the bathroom.As they entered the stall Janet played the plan over again in her mind.Get Marty into the last stall and get his clothes off while heather slowly pulls his clothes away from the second to last stall and when he is naked say Heather Brandie And Michelle say hello then kick him in the nuts allowing herself to put any clothes she may have taken off back on and leave him there naked and in a world of trouble. Janet noticed that the toilet paper was gone as they said it would be leaving poor Marty with absolutely nothing to cover himself with.Janet began to snicker a little at how easy this was when Marty planted a firm liplock on her and began to take off her shirt.Before Janet knew her bra was off too and Marty was then on his knees kissing her beasts and stomach while taking her underwear off from underneath her skirt. "WAIT A MINUTE" yelled a nearly naked and panick stricken Janet."YOU HAVE TO TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES NOW!" she yelled as this plan was not going right. "Why your aleady naked" said Marty""By the way the name is Gregg he said as he tore Janet's skirt from her and ran out of the bathroom laughing maniocally. The naked except for her shoes Janet looked down to see that Heather had taken HER CLOTHES INSTEAD! Janet overwhelmed with the knowledge that she was the victim of this hanous prank began to scream and then covered her mouth as attracting attention was the last thing that Janet would at this point desire. A terrified and mortified Janet checked the clock and saw that there was about twenty minutes until the bell rang again wich gave her some time. Janet nrvously peeked her head out the door and the coast was clear.Just as she was about to make a b line for the office she just could't do it she just couldn't step naked into the hallway.Overwhelmed by the peril of her nakedness and humiliation poor Janet fell on the floor and began to sob. |
| Name: | Gillian |
| Subject: | Playing Pirates 2 |
| Message: | On the Saturday after the pirate game my parents told me that they where going to pick my grandparents’ (mum side) up and bring them down to see my brother in hospital. Due to the journey time, and not wanting to have to many visitors at once they suggest that I stayed at home and hung out with my friends. Julie and Trisha said they had plans with the boys so I ended up sitting in my room reading a book.
The doorbell rang and I went to open it. It was the girls with the boys. The girls where shoved through the door and I could see they were tied up. The boys quickly over powered me, saying that they where a desperate gang of escaped prisoners and they needed hostages to keep the police from shooting them. I was taken out of the house with the other two girls. It was strange walking down our street on a Sunday afternoon hands tied behind back. We entered Julie’s house. Once inside we where positioned up against the hall wall. The three boys, Ernest with me, Scott with Julie, and Bryan with Trisha took their time to search us for weapons, radios, or other items which could help us escape or summons help. It was really strange having a boy’s hands running all over my body but it felt great, exciting, forbidden, and very naughty, the fear was caused by the thought of being caught by parents, rather than fear at what was happening. Once the boys had finished their frisk, Scott said that we where going to be taken to the holding area. Bryan took my arm and pulled me away. It seemed that I was to be first. Once in the garage reached from the pantry door in the kitchen I was told to take my clothes off. I slipped off my shoes, then reached down and removed my white knee-highs; I stood back up and undid the three little buttons of my top before pulling it out of my skirt and then over my head. Next I undid the button and zip of my tight knee length skirt and slid it down being careful not to dislodge my underwear. I now stood in panties with alternate turquoise and white stripes and a matching turquoise bra. Bryan now took me over to the shelving where I’d been tied last time. This time though he tied me between the two sets of shelves. My body was accessible front and back. The boys could walk behind the shelves and with a little squeeze get between the two sets of shelves. I was to discover this later. I had my back to the door so could not see who came in next. It was only on straining to look around that I could see it was Julie and Scott. I heard the chitter-chatter between them and then the sound of Julie removing her clothing. I strained to see but she’d moved over out of my line of sight. “Go on, that to” I heard Scott say. “You’re joking” I heard Julie say. Then Scott said, “You can be tied up like Gill in stead”. I then heard the unmistakable sound of a bra being undone. Julie was topless. I then heard her forced pitter-patter of feet and she was moved to stand in the middle of the up-and-over door back to me. I could now see her by looking left without straining. Next Trisha was brought in and soon she was stripped down to her underwear and was tied into the deck chair as before. “Were where we” said Scott. “Oh Yes” he then said. Next I heard Trisha pleading for the boys not to, then her next sound was her screaming and laughing as the boys began to tickle her mercilessly. She pleaded, and called them names but they continued. After about five minutes they stopped. Ernest now spoke. He asked Julie to turn around to face them. She refused. Scott said that if she didn’t turn around they’d tie her up. Julie turned around. Scott said for her to show them her goodies. Julie told Scott where to go. The boys laughed. She then started to say, “No, oh no, no you don’t” then a few screams. I looked to see and Ernest had pulled one arm away from her chest and Bryan the other. The guys where pulling her back and forth making her breasts small as they where swing wildly. Julie then said. Okay, okay I’ll show you”. The boys stopped their tug of war and Julie stood with her hands on head giving them a show. Later she told me that it was better to show willingly then force to be showed. The boys now left Julie and came over to me. I felt a finger on my waistband of my knickers and braced myself for them being pulled down. Instead they where pulled off my bum and the boys looked down them. They each took a turn with jibes and little tugs threatening a full revelation. I was now very warm. I didn’t know if I enjoyed this new part of the game or not. A part of me was curious as to what it would be like to be naked for a boy. They now turned their attention back to Trisha and she began to plead strongly for mercy before they even started. After about two minutes I heard her say, “Okay, okay I’ll let you see”. “See what?” Scott asked. “My tits” cried Trisha. She was told to sit forward and then I heard the sound of a bra being undone. “Wow!” Ernest said. “I think we should see if you can pursued Gill to show us some more”. Bryan said. The boys returned their attention to me. I felt the shelving wobble a bit. Which made my stomach crunch in fear of them toppling over on me. Bryan suddenly appeared in front of me and squeezed in. He smiled and looked down. I didn’t guess at first but has his hand moved to my panties I did. I started pleading with him not to. He teased me with the finger moving it along the top of my knickers. Then he put it in smiled and pulled my knickers out. He didn’t look but went back to teasing then he pulled them out again and looked. “Nice bush” he said. I died with embarrassment but something else flooded my body and I quivered to a jelly. Then one at a time they each squeezed their way in and took a peek at my little black bush. Once they’d finished with me they returned their attention to Julie. Julie had quietly dropped her arms and moved more to the corner. Scott told her to come out, come out, and show them her wares. Julie said she’d showed enough and wasn’t coming out anymore. Next I heard her screaming through giggles and heard the garage door being bumped. I strained to see. Trisha was laughing because she could obviously see what was going on. She said something like, “If I’m sat here with mine on show why shouldn’t you show yours”. I then saw Julie as I strained. Ernest had pulled her back to the middle. She was facing the door. I took it that one of the others had her other arm. She pleaded and pleaded. There was a “No you dare Bryan” followed by the sound of knickers being pulled down. The boys laughed in a high-spirited way. Julie cursed them all. I then heard them all passing comments about her bare bottom. Ernest said to turn her around. Julie said that wasn’t in the game. Scott said, “It is now”. I saw them turn Julie now quite naked I could see her right breast and got one quick glimpse of her bush as they turned her. Julie was left alone after a couple of minutes of the boys canting Julie’s in the nuddy. She asked for her panties back but Scott said “When they where good and ready.” They now returned their attention to Trisha. “Lets she if her breasts are ticklish’ said Bryan. “No, no” said Trisha. Before long she was crying in hysterics as the boys tickled her. She begged them to stop. “Only if we can pull your panties down,” Bryan said. Trisha refused for a good five minutes but then relented. I couldn’t see the lower part of Trisha’s body. All I could see was her head. But I heard the panties coming down and the boys’ whistles and comments. I was now sure what was going to happen to me when they returned to me. But no, they actually started to release me. I felt somewhat cheated but also relieved. Once undone I turned so I could she Julie she was hunched up in the corner. Obviously naked, trying to conceal what she could. Poor Trisha tied to the chair her bra pulled off, and forward down her arms which where tightly secured to the arms. Her breasts were on full show to the boys and me. Her panties where pulled down to her knees. Her brown bush quite thick was on show. You could also detect an odour because of the excitement and tickling. Scott explained that the hide out was unsafe because the police had had a tip off and they where on the way. (Julie’s mum and dad where due home soon). Ernest led me back into the kitchen and told me to dress. I‘d finished dressing when Scott brought in Julie. She was back in her pants and bra. She’d obviously been kissing and cuddling. Trisha was brought back in just as Ernest was telling me to turn around so he could tie my hands. Trisha now back securely in her underwear started to dress. Julie was told to turn around, she begged not to be tied but Scott said it was that or walking down the street in her underwear. We all laughed at this. Once we where all tied we where led out of Julie’s and back down the street to my house. Once back in my house Ernest took me off to the kitchen. He untied me and had me strip down to my underwear. It was once more a bit daunting to walk across the yard to the coalhouse dressed like that. It was a bit colder that Sunday than the previous day we’d played pirates. I can still remember the goose bumps. I tried to use the gap in the door and the keyhole to see what was going on in the house. All I could see was Julie’s head and the boys in the kitchen. After about 15 minutes I heard the back door open. I looked out through the keyhole and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Julie was held about her upper arm by Bryan on one side and Scott on the other. Ernest was walking behind. Julie was trying to pull her arms to her centre the boys where trying to pull them away. Why? Well because she was completely naked. The coalhouse door was opened and a completely naked Julie pushed in. We stood in silence for a while until I asked if Julie was okay. Oh yes she said, I love being made to strip. There was a tone of, reverse sarcasm. We both now tried to see what was happening to Trisha. Julie said that they’d stripped her in front of Trisha and then told Trisha that one or other of them was going streaking. Trisha tried to run, hands still tied. They’d brought her back and before Julie was brought out naked, they’d pulled Trisha’s knickers down from under her skirt. Apparently, Trisha liked this Julie said. That seemed to mean she’d had it done before. The kitchen door opened and a topless Trisha with hands tied behind her back was brought out and put in the coalhouse with us. The boys then left the yard and went back inside the house. Even if we could open the door the only place to go was the yard overlooked by a good few windows. Being forced to cross it was one thing but voluntarily going across it would be another. Time passed and eventually the boys returned and talked through the closed door. They told us that it was nearly six o’clock. Panic struck me. Mum and dad said they’d be back by six. Stupid me blurted this out to the boys. “Well we’d better go then”. They all said. “You dare leave us like this” we all called out. “Don’t worry we’ll leave a trail of your clothes from the front door to here so you wouldn’t be left out in the cold.” Scott said. ‘You dare Scott!” Julie shouted, “and they won’t be anymore kissing and cuddling”. We pleaded and pleaded. We got more relied up the boys just laughed more. “What are you prepared to pay as a pirate’s ransom”? Scott asked. “What do you want?” we asked. “Have you untied Trisha’s hands?” Bryan asked. “No!” Trisha called back. The door was opened and Julie sheltered her naked body. I was stood between her and the door. Bryan told Trisha to come out. She stepped outside and the door was closed. There was a gasp, a “No way” then a “Dam you, okay”. The yard fell quite. “Not here”, then a boys voice saying “Yep”. Then the unmistakable sound of panties being pulled down and then the door opening and a very naked Trisha being pushed back in. “Right your ransom now” Ernest said looking at me. “What is it?” I asked. “Your underwear” he said. “No way. I’m not letting you lot see me naked.” I said. We argued. I wasn’t going to do it. “6:10” said Scott. I was weak at the knees now. The fear of being caught outside in underwear mixed with the fear of being caught naked, but worse still was the excitement of being seen naked by the boys and knowing what it is like to be naked, the ideas where just overwhelming. “Tell you what. If you close the door she’ll pass them out under the door to you like last time” Julie said. “No I won’t,” I said. “Look I’m not going to be stood here like this when your mum gets home,” Julie said. “Come on be a sport, its what pirates do” Trisha said. “Okay but then you give them back” I said. Know how naïve can a girl be. They closed the door and with trembling fingers. More in excitement then anything else I reached and took off my bra and passed it under the door. I stood back up and took a deep breath slipped my panties down and passed them under the door. The boys began to cant, “Gill’s in the nude”. “Quiet, quiet!” I said. “Let me have my underwear back”, I called out. “After Julie’s paid her ransom” Scott said. ‘What’s that then” Julie said. The boys whispered. “You have to walk naked from the coalhouse to the gate then to the door” Bryan said. “Okay” said Julie. I hadn’t seen the floor in this. The door was suddenly opened. I was still stood in front of it. I screamed. The boys gaped. I covered. Then a male voice said, “What the f--- h--- is going on here” then a female adult gasped, and then all hell did let loose. My aunt and uncle had called around to say that dad’s car had broken-down on the way back to my grandparents and they’d have to wait to be brought home by the AA. I was to go and have tea with my cousins. Who now stood sniggering behind my aunt and uncle. Well, I was permanently grounded. My parents where set to call the police. But Bryan’s parents managed to get the parents to see it has childish discovery play. Anyway it didn’t matter much because within a few months we’d moved to Leeds and I went to sixth form and university there. I’d promised to write to my friends and did a few times. But inevitably we drifted apart. But that wasn’t the end of my games of cops and robbers, but I’m not sure which of the two boards if either is appropriate place to post. |
| Name: | Gillian |
| Subject: | Playing Pirates 1 |
| Message: | The next summer I was between fourth and fifth year. I would shortly be 16 years of age. Just before the summer holidays began my brother managed to break his leg whilst on a trip with the school. He spent the first week in hospital out of the area with mum having to take time off her new job to be there with him. He was transferred back home but because of the nature of the break was confined to hospital on traction. His usual two sidekicks seemed to melt away leaving myself, Trisha, Julie, at the mercy of Ernest, Scott, and Bryan. Julie had definitely become Scott’s girlfriend in the meantime, and Trisha had kind of paired up with Bryan. Ernest was sweet but not really boyfriend material, and besides I had a bit of a crush on Scott, and Bryan, Well it was difficult in those days with all those raging hormones.
I was at Julie’s house with Trisha dressing up and trying on her mother’s clothes, when the boys’ turned up. Scott immediately found himself the centre of attention and poor Ernest decidedly the spare part. This last for about 30 minutes when Ernest suggested we play spies again. Scott winked at Julie and she shook her head. “ I know a better game,” said Scott. We kind of all pricked up our ears at this. “Let’s play pirates,” he said. “I suppose we’ll end up tied up” said Julie. Scott nodded. We kind of all agreed to play and went off into separate rooms to prepare. We’d heard the back door go a few times before suddenly Julie’s bedroom door was flung open. Bryan, and Scott were first through. They’d dressed as pirates and had plastic swords. We dutifully screamed and beg for our lives. Scott produced a little bag and said for us to deposit all our jewellery. We’d used Julie’s mother’s costume stuff. I stood and removed my large ring, then the bracelets from around my wrist, dropping them into the bag. Julie was doing likewise and so was Trisha. Next we removed our earrings and then necklaces depositing them in the bag. We then removed our watches and personal jewellery. Scott asked if we where hiding any little trinkets about our person. We said no, and Scott said he’d have his men search us to see. We pleaded not to be subjected to such a barbaric act. Scott said it was our choice we could strip or have the men search us. We screamed and pleaded. Julie didn’t do much pleading. Mine was much more authentic. Soon we where stood there in Julie’s room removing the oversized dresses we’d put on earlier. Julie removed her own top and that seemed to settle Trisha’s fate and mine. We were all three now down to our underwear. We tried our best to conceal ourselves but where marched out of the room to the pirate’s camp. Which turned out to be the back of the empty garage. Fortunately it could be reached from the house. In the garage Trisha was made to sit on a deck chair and had her hands tied to the arms. Her feet where secured to the metal frame of the chair. I was taken to the metal shelving and bound stood spread eagled to it. Julie now pleaded with Scott not to be tied up. Scott said he’d leave her untied if she promised not to try and escape. She was told to go and stand in the corner. Scott approached Trisha and asked her if she was ticklish. I knew the answer to this. She said yes she was. Good said Scott then I think we’ll tickle you. Trisha started to try and escape. Scott laughed and Bryan moved to Trisha’s front knelt down and began tickling her feet. She pleaded and pleaded. Suddenly, we heard a car and voices. It was my mum. The doorbell rang and all hell broke lose. Mum was annoyed that it had taken so long to pen the door. Here was a problem with my brother and she needed me to go and take a note to my father at work. I don’t know what she would have said if she’d look in the little window. It was over a week before my brother was out of danger, still in hospital, but much better. Life was returning to normal including going out with friends. It was a rather damp Friday. Julie’s mother had been off work and there seemed no point being around hers. We’d end up at mine. The doorbell rang and it was the boys. They came in and I got them some drinks. We sat and chatted for a while. Trisha was trying to impress Bryan. While Julie and I were both trying to impress Scott. Ernest said he was going home because it was boring. Once Ernest had gone Bryan suggested that we play pirates again. I thought it was strange at the time but it passed over me in the fear and excitement of Scott seeing me in my underwear. Scott asked what could be used as a dungeon. I thought for a few seconds and said that we had an old coalhouse still. We all went to look at it and decided it would make a great dungeon. The door locked and when closed it was nearly pitched dark inside. The light got in at the top and bottom of the wooden gate like door. My father had been promising mum that he’d pull it down for years. It had been used as a store for Christmas things, old household goods and so on. Dad had clean it out with my brother just before he broke his legs but as yet hadn’t got around to pulling it down. We went back into the house. The boys asked what I had to use as bonds. E searched cupboards and draws and gather a collection of old ties, scarves, and a couple pair of my mums old tights. The boys where going to be modern day pirates with guns, and we could remain dressed as we where. We where told to lie down on the front room floor our private yacht had just been boarded. My hands where crossed behind my back and a cord was used to tie me up. The same happen to Trisha and Julie. Bryan then positioned himself behind Trisha and began to frisk her body. She called him allsorts but Bryan just carried on. He must have touched her bottom at some point because I heard her draw in a deep breath; she blushed red, then said for him to take his hands off her in no uncertain terms. Julie next got the treatment from Scott. I now was in fear, and trepidation. Would I be frisked? Julie suddenly exclaimed that breasts where off limits. She’d been turned on to her side. Next it was my turn and I felt Scott’s hands on my body. I quivered. I pleaded but not enough for him to stop. Next the boys said we had arrived at their island and we would be taken one at a time to the dungeon. Julie was first. Wondered what Scott was doing. He was gone a long time. I heard him approaching and then enter the room. He asked Bryan if he wanted to take Trisha next. Bryan said that she likes to be last. Scott said fine, who gets Gillian. You have her this time I’ll have her next. I thought I was the luckiest of all three girls. Scott took me off to the kitchen. In the middle of the floor was a pile of clothing. It was Julie’s clothing. Scott said that she hate’s being tied up so you know we have to strip her. I nodded. Scott smiled and stood behind me and released my bonds. You like both he said. I tried to say something but before I could he just told me to strip. I slipped off my shoes then undid my mini-skirts board belt. It was more for show than support. I then undid my miniskirt and let in drop to reveal my orange striped knickers. Scott looked on and nodded his head in pleasure. He called back through to Bryan that he should see what I was wearing and Bryan stepped out of the room into the hall to look down into the kitchen. I pulled my top off next to reveal a matching plain orange bra. Stood at the threshold of the kitchen door and backyard I had a little panic hit me. Being in underwear inside was, well, sexy, titillating. But walking about 40 feet across the back yard in it was scary but nice scary. I stepped out and wonder what the other two thought about these games and being undressed like this. We walked to the coalhouse I checked every window carefully. No one saw, I hoped. The coalhouse door was opened I took in the scene but before I could react I was pushed in and the door closed. “Julie where’s your bra’ I said a bit to loudly for Julie’s liking and she hushed me. The scene I’d seen was Julie’s bare back turned to the door from the corner where she stood arms fold around her front. “If you’d told them you weren’t wearing a bra, we would of played’ I said. “I was wearing a bra. I had no choice it was the bra or he was going to tie me up in just my underwear and leave me in the yard”. Julie said. “Gosh I replied. We stood there like that talking quietly, wondering what state Trisha would be in. The door open and Trisha in just underwear was shoved in. You could hear the alarm in her pant, as she was shoved realising Julie’s state. We must have all three been in there for about 10 to 15 minutes. The door open and Scott said that he wanted me to come and fix them a drink and some sandwiches. Stepped out in to the yard and Bryan said for me to put my hands on my head. Which I did letting him and Scott see all of my underwear. I walked across the yard with them both back to the kitchen. I fixed them a drink and sandwiches; they asked what time my parents would be home. I said about five o’clock. Okay we can play until four-thirty then. I said that four o’clock would be safer because sometimes they got off early and went to see my brother. It was now just past two. I was taken back to the coalhouse and put inside. Scott told Julie to step out. It made my stomach cringe. I thought of being topless in my yard. God that would be awful! Julie seemed unsure but excited. Scott took her off and about ten minutes later Bryan came for Trisha leaving me alone in the coalhouse in just my underwear. Time passes slowly when you’re in your underwear in a coalhouse but eventually I heard sounds in the yard and the door opened. It was Bryan with his sister. Julie looked a bit well frantic, the door closed and I asked what they had done. She wouldn’t say. About five minutes later Trisha was brought back and the door open and she was pushed in. I could tell straightaway what part of what had happened was. I hadn’t noticed with Julie. Trisha’s knickers no longer matched her bra. She’d had to swap with Julie. I blushed for both of them but they’d say nothing. All went silent for a while then I heard the boys approach. Gillian your mother’s rang leaving you a message. It says that she’ll be home early and will you have the tea on. I called back asking the time. The boys called back four o’clock. I said that she’d be home in 30 minutes they’d better let us out. No way said Scott. We began to demand to be let out and thumped the door. Well Trisha and me did Julie kept her arms crossed. Scott said that they where going to leave us there to be discovered by my mother. They began to consider what she would say. Scott McKee let me out now I demanded. The boys just laughed. “Tell you what?” Scott said. “What?” I said in reply. “You and Trisha take off your bra’s and we’ll consider letting you out before your mum gets home” Scott said. “No way!” we both said. “Fine have it your way, goodbye” the boys said and we heard them walking away. “Call them back” Julie almost screamed, “I’m not being found like this by your mum.” The boys where called back. We where in a fix the door was very secure. “Look yet us out or we won’t play again” I said. The boys laughed. “What do you want?” Trisha yelled out. “Your bra’s under the door, now, please Bryan said. “If we give them our bra’s what to stop them going off and leaving us all topless to be found by my mum” said. “Look Bryan do you promise if Gill, and Trish take their bra’s off you’ll let us go” Julie said. “Well put it this way Sis, if they don’t we won’t” Bryan said. Lowly with great reluctance Trisha first then I took our bra’s off. Trisha passed her under the door. Bryan just asked where mine was. I passed it underneath and covered my naked breasts. “Right open the door and get lost so we can come out” I said. “We’ll open the door but we are going to wait right here” the boys said. They open the stneck on the door. It was open a crack. The light screamed in. I could se them stood just to the side. “We’ll have to run for it.” I said. I knew I had clothes in my room, and I could lend the girls something to get home in. I looked at the other two; we counted together in silence then on three burst through the door and ran topless across the yard. He boys just laughed and hollowed. The game stakes had been raised. |
| Name: | GILLIAN |
| Subject: | PLAYING COPS AND ROBBERS |
| Message: | I found this site off Dan’s site and have been coming here a while to read the stories. I have a story for the site but not sure if its allowed but here goes.
When I was 14 my girl friends and I one long summer got involved in playing a game with my brother and his friends. The game was called cops and robbers. My brother and his friends were all younger than my friends and me. He had one friend Ernest (that’s his really name, his parents had him late in life and they where very conservative) who always played the head robber. This was strange since he was the sweetest of all the boys, a bit dorkey, but sweet. The game had various versions. It started originally that we where movie starlets in the 30’s and the boys where gangsters. We where robbed of our jewellery. We’d all worn our mother’s cheap costume jewellery. We’d then turn into gangster’s molls, and would be chased by the police. Another version was that we’d be good Christian women ambushed by Mexican bandits in the dessert. One day the boys said that they wanted to change the game. That they where going to kidnap us a hold us as hostages to stop the police chasing them. We had to pretend to be bank tellers and customers. I was taken by Ernest put over the cross bar of his bike and taken to his hide out his father’s shed. There I was joined by Bryan and his hostage my friend Julie. Malcolm failed to turn up. Ernest said he must be in trouble with the police and they’d better go and look for them. Bryan asked what should they do with us since the shed door didn’t lock. Ernest thought then quickly open the door of the little cupboard. He brought out some rope and after a little persuading he bound my hands behind my back and my feet. They left to find Malcolm and Trisha my other friend and bring them back. They came back within 10 minutes guns blazing, they where in a firefight with the cops. The cops led by my brother burse in and rescued us. That became the way the game was played. We’d be taken hostage, taken to the hide out, tied up. Some times just our feet and ankles, sometimes tied sitting against the wall, sometimes laying flat, then Ernest brought two old chairs from somewhere in the house and we’d be tied in turn to these. One day we were playing the bandits and virtuous women version of the game. The weather was very hot but it was gathering to a thunderstorm. We’d arrived at the shed, well except for Malcolm and Julie. Ernest said that Julie had been acting up all day and had probably gone off home. Julie didn’t really like the tie-up games. Malcolm who hated being the bad guy probably had joined the cavalry looking for us. Ernest opened the cupboard and looked surprised and dismayed. Bryan asked what was wrong and Ernest open the cupboard wider. The ropes had gone. They boys started to argue about what to do. Ernest said that we’d escape. Bryan said it was about to thunder and lightening and we’d get soaked so we’d stay. Ernest said that they’d have to do like the bandits did in the film. Bryan looked at us. “Take your clothes off” Ernest said. Trisha’s face and mine must have been a picture. We both made it clear we where not taking off our clothes. Ernest pointed out that it was what bandits did and therefore it was allowed. We somehow negotiated that we’d not run away but if we did they could have our summer dresses next time. This seemed to please the boys. Well the boys left and we two girls sat alone with the storm gathering. After about 10 minutes Trisha’s mum’s voice could be heard calling her in before the rain started. E took to our feet, and ran home. It poured and poured down. My brother arrived homed soaked and was sent to bed. A few days later we were playing the game again. This time bank tellers taken by ruthless robbers. We all three arrived at the shed. Julie said she didn’t want to be tied and could they just pretend to lock her in. We said that the ropes had disappeared and there was no chance of being tied. Ernest then pointed out that we’d escaped and that we’d said we’d give them our summer dresses if we did. Julie looked surprised but not shocked. Julie started to unbutton her dress I was very surprised. She said, “I not likely to go running around outside in my pants and bra, and I hate being tied up”. It just seemed quiet logical to her I think. Bryan was her brother. She I think was use to him seeing her in pants and bra. My brother hadn’t seen me in anything but fully dressed for years. Hesitantly Trisha and I undid our dresses and took them off. I stood there in bra and panties white with little red spots. Julie was in linen set with small pinholes, blue bows, and embroidery. I think they’re called Dutch Girl, but not sure why, you never see them these days. Trisha who hadn’t yet developed was in a vest and navy sports pants. We sat there like that the boys taking our dresses and hiding them. We heard the gunfire start and knew rescue was soon at hand. I started now to get a funny feeling between my legs a mix of fear and delighted excitement. My brother burst into the shed and his face was just shock horror. Here we where three 14 year old girls in our underwear. The boys each in turn wanted to see. That was embarrassing but also exciting. My brother then said for Ernest to give back our dresses. Ernest refused and the cops started their interrogation. Worms and slugs where dangle over Ernest and Malcolm, it didn’t take long for Malcolm to wimp out and say where our dresses where hidden. We dressed and getting near lunchtime want home. My brother told mum. Mum was shocked. We where told to stay in that afternoon. That evening the parents had a meeting and the next day various father’s and mother’s each in their own way pointed out that making girls take off their clothes and tying them up was not fun. We didn’t play the game for the rest of that summer. Parents watching us like hawks. The little shed now had a lock and key, which Ernest’s dad kept with him at all times. The winter was long and cold. The spring very wet. The summer arrived again and the gang reformed. The first couple of weeks of the long holiday were spent doing all the usual things then boredom set in. Ernest suggested we play cops and robbers. Despite being a year older the boys still hadn’t lost their childishness but there also seemed to me a different air as well. Now nearly 15 we girls had matured somewhat but back in those days’ sex and boys where still along way off. Ernest said he’d found a new secret hideout and the cops would never find him there. Sure enough we three damsels in distress where taken prisoner by Ernesto the Mexican bandit and led off to his new secret hideout. His new secret hideout was a disused old gun emplacement from World War II. It was out of bounds. Not that any of our parents had said as much to us, it was just understood to be out of bounds. Each little geographic gang had its own area, these where outside of ours. I was surprised, shocked even when Ernest led us into the last concrete room. Shocked in a nice way. The room had been clean out, the entire rumble etc removed. In fact the rumble had been cleared from the entry to the back room, it must have taken hours, weeks, when had Ernest done it. Four tea chests made a table, and there where orange boxes as chairs. In the corner was a clean blanket, and then an old kitchen chair, and then a garden bench with a few slats removed. What caught my eye was the cardboard box, which had length of rope hanging out. Julie made it very clear that she wasn’t been tied up. Ernest and Scott (Scott was a new boy to the area, Malcolm had moved away) grabbed her and said that she new the alternative. Scott had obviously been told about last year. Scott was more the girls age than the boys age and seemed to have a more adult way, also, he’d been in a lot of trouble at school with teachers for fighting and pinching girls bottoms or flicking their skirts. Julie stood back and pulled up and off her t-shirt; she then kicked off her shoes and then reached behind her and unbuttoned her skirt before letting it fall. She stood in bra and panties. Nice white, adult underwear since she had grown and filled out the most. She was told to stand in the corner beyond the mattress. In the dim inside light I hadn’t realised that under the blanket was a mattress. Ernest asked Trisha what she wanted, she said just to be tied up. Trisha was taken to the chair and tied to it. Her hands where tied to the side of the back and her feet to the legs at the front cross bar. Scott was very proficient; normally you could work yourself loose from the boys’ efforts but not Scott’s. I was next and opted to be tied up. I was told to lie down on my stomach on the mattress. Scott then tied my hands behind my back and then tied my ankles together. There was no sign of the cavalry; I don’t know how long we’d been there. Julie complained of being thirsty and hungry. Ernest said that we should pool our money and they'd go and get some food for us. Scott said that if they left Julie untied she’d untie us and we’d all escape. Julie said she wasn’t being tied up. Scott said fine then you two will have to take your clothes off too and we’ll hide them. I was unsure about this being so far from home but I couldn’t see another alternative. I had no thought about the dangers of three girls being left in underwear. I was untied as was Trisha and we each undressed down to our panties and bra. Trisha in a fairly hideous schoolgirl bra and navy pants, and me in a childish but rather sexier matching set of white with pink bows. Then Scott surprised us by insisting on re-tying us. He pointed out that the undress was just to prevent us from running away if Julie untied us. So I found myself laying back down on the blanket covered mattress and being retired. Trisha joined me because Scott said it took to long to tie her to the chair. The boys where gone for ages but soon we heard them return. We were untied and had a picnic on the mattress with us girls still just in our underwear. After this we were allowed to stay untied but had to stand in the corners like Julie. Scott or Ernest would have us stand with hands on head or at our sides. Eventually it got late and we had to dress and head off home. Obviously, my brother and the others couldn’t find us. I never let on where we where kept. The next week we were away on our holiday. So it was the second last week of the holidays before my brother suggested a new game. It was to be Spies. We girls would be the wives and girl friends. Which was later changed to sisters of three undercover spies. We would be taken to a secret prison and interrogated for the spy’s whereabouts. They had to rescue us before we told. My brother said he had a secret new hide out which Ernest and Scott didn’t know about and he would tell us making it more authentic. Well we where taken off to Scott’s house. Which was an old shop converted back to a house. This was to be our prison. Scott was to be the interrogator and Ernest and Bryan the guards. The three of us where taken to the cellar and locked in. Some time past and Bryan and Ernest came for Julie. Trisha and I wondered what they would do to us. After about 15 minutes Julie returned. Before she could say anything I was told to follow them. They led me through the house to the little outhouse cold store. This was to be the interrogation room. Scott did a very good job of intimidating me. Various ideas involving worms and slugs again. Then he told me to take off my blouse. I refused but he told the boys to go and get a few worms from the garden. I realised his plan and agreed to take off my blouse. Scott said that I could be made to really suffer but he would give me time to think. He gave back my blouse and I was taken back to the cellar. Trisha was taken away and I found that Julie had had to take off her top. We both realised that this would be Trisha’s fate now. Time past and the cellar door opened. Trisha came down the stairs and into the area where we where being kept. Trisha was much shyer than us. She was doing her best to cover her bra and panties, since her summer dress had been removed. She’d had to walk in just underwear from the cold house back to the kitchen door across the open to view back yard. Julie was now taken off again. This time about 20 minutes or so had past. Julie returned still clothed but looking a bit sheepish. She shook her head indicating she hadn’t told. I was now taken away back to the interrogation room. Has I entered I was quite shocked. I tried to run but Ernest and Bryan stopped me. I was brought in front of Scott and the table he sat behind. On the table was a bra and pair of panties. Scott pointed out that I had three choices. Tell them the boys secret hide out, or I would be going back to the cellar like Trisha, or I could go back like Julie minus my underwear. I wondered why Julie had picked that option. I said I wouldn’t tell. Scott signalled to Ernest and Bryan and they grabbed me. I was held firm. Scott approached holding out a worm, a rather big worm from the draw of the table. Pleaded and plead, he threaten and threaten, I would not tell. He smiled and stepped back. “You’ve got one choice now; I’m not interested in the location of their secret base. I’m going to put this warm down your blouse unless you take it off, then I’m going to put it down your skirt unless you take it off”. I understood well enough. I took my blouse off and then my skirt. I was then taken back to the cellar. It was really frightening and exciting at the same time to be taken across the yard near naked. I expected that Trisha would now be taken but know it was Julie. They’d been gone only five minutes when Scott returned to the cellar. We were both huddled up to each other in the corner. He said he knew just what to do to make us spill the beans. He asked us to tell him the boys’ secret location but we refused. He went back off up the stairs and returned with Julie’s clothes in his hand. He dropped her top on the floor, then her skirt, then her bra, and then her panties. “Do I have to get the boys to strip you as well.” He said. “The old bunkers” we said in unison. “Bring her down” Scott said. Julie was completely dressed, well in bra and pants anyway. We looked puzzled. Then it dawn on us. Bryan had borrowed another pair of his sister’s underwear from her draw. Next years games got even more interesting. |
| Name: | Jess |
| E-mail address: | j.king@virgin.net |
| Subject: | Gang of teens |
| Message: | This happened to me when I was 14, during that rebellious stage of my life. I wasn’t like most of the girls of my age – who I thought dressed and acted in a tarty way - I didn’t like the conventional dresses and skirts that most of the girls would parade around in. Most of the time I wore black and I would always wear Doc Marten’s on my feet. I wasn’t a punk or a goth, just unconventional.
Anyway, this particular incident occurred on my way home from my boyfriend’s house. It wasn’t a particularly long walk home but I always took a short cut through the local park. I was wearing my favourite denim jacket, black t-shirt, black khaki-shorts, black knee stocks and my black DM boots. The fact that I was dressed this way, may have stood me out from the other walkers in the park. There was a large group of girls hanging around one of the park benches and as I got closer, I noticed that they were starting to take an unusual interest in me. After a minute or so, they had all stopped talking and were standing, just starting over at me. As I started to pass them, on my way to the park’s exit, one of them shouted: “You girl, come here!”. I just ignored her and carried on walking but I started to suspect that I was in trouble. The girls suddenly caught up with me, blocking my way. “I just spoke to you” said one of the girls (I guess she was their leader). “What do you want” was my response. “You’re on our turf, you must pay a fine” she said smirking. “I haven’t got any money” was my answer and I tried to force my way through the crowd. “Not so fast” said another girl, pulling me back. “Turn out you pockets” requested the leader of the gang. I slowly turned out all my pockets, proving that the only thing that I was carrying were my house keys. “Give us your Jacket” ordered the leader. “What! No way!” I said. The girls started pushing me between them. “Jacket, I want your Jacket and your Boots” the lead girl ordered. “WHAT!” was my shocked response. The girls started shoving me harder between them, until all of a sudden one of them pounced. She yanked my jacket off my shoulders and down my arms in one swift motion, in no time at all it was pulled free of my arms and off. I could see it being passed to the back of the crowd. The girls them moved in like vultures. I was pulled back, until my back hit the ground behind me. “Lift her up” one of them shouted. I was lifted off the ground and pulled spread eagle. It was all happening so fast that I couldn’t see what was going on but I could feel my boots being unlaced. After a short while, I could feel two girls yanking at my footwear. My boots finally came off and the girls dropped me back onto the ground with a thud. The leader of the gang stepped forward with my boots in her hands, peering inside one of them. “Just my size too” she stated. “Give them back you bitch” I ordered in my state of anger. “You haven’t learnt your lesson have you?” was her response “Take her shorts off girls” she ordered. I tried to scramble away but it was futile. One of the girls unclasped my shorts, ripping them down with my panties, provoking laughter from the gang. She yanked them clean off my stockings, leaving my crotch exposed to the world. I curled up, trying to cover myself the best I could. Laying on the ground in just my t-shirt an stockings. The gang slowly disbanded. I laid still, hoping they would just go away and sure enough they did but not until one of them yanked off my stockings, leaving me in just my t-shirt and bra. They left me my house keys but nothing else and I had the mission of getting home by stretching my t-shirt down over my crotch. I never saw the gang again. |
| Name: | Liana |
| Subject: | De-Pantsed by My Brothers |
| Message: | Let me begin by saying my brothers are complete morons. The other day I walked in on them play “pro wrestling” in the basement during the middle of the day. Standing there unnoticed I watched as they jumped off the couch and furniture landing on each other and crashing to the ground acting all dramatic. Eventually I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at how ridiculous they looked. Realizing that I was there watching the whole time my older brother turned to me saying, “What’s so funny?” I said, “You are! Both of you! You look like a couple of fucking idiots!” as I broke out into an extra sarcastic fit of laughter just to piss them off even more. Obviously offended by my mockery they told me it was a lot harder than it looks and takes hard work and “athleticism”. Barely able to contain myself at hearing this from them I said sarcastically, “Oh yeah right! So much talent and skill!” laughing at both of them again. Looking at each other for a few moments I saw them smirk and nod at each other and next thing I know they are both lunging at me before I can even react or get away! I am only 100 pounds and they are both big so it was only a matter of seconds before they wrestled me down, grabbed my legs, and began pulling me up by my ankles trying to hang me upside down. My older brother made pretty fast work of getting me into the air suspended completely upside down by my ankles only. Problem is he had his hands around the bottom pants legs of my jeans too, which were the expensive low cut type that have extra stretchy material to fit your body just right. Well suspending my upside down like that I felt them start slipping down my hips pretty quickly. I started yelling, “Oh my jeans are coming down!! My jeans are coming down!!” but they just laughed enjoying watching me struggle and panic. The longer he held me the more gravity caused me to slip down slowly inching my way out of my jeans. I tried to hang onto the waist but my other brother began swatting my hands away so I could not hang on. I screamed as I felt my jeans slip past my hips exposing half my butt crack and taking my panties partially down with them. In desperation I grabbed the front of my panties trying to cover my modesty. I think I would have probably been ok but my brother decided to start shaking me up and down by my ankles. Screaming, “No! No! No!” I felt my body slip out of my jeans pulling my panties ½ way down too with mo way of stopping it from happening. My whole naked butt and most of my front were on display as I screeched in horror and my bothers just laughed. He held me there like that still jerking me up and down over and over till I eventually hit the ground with my jeans at my knees! Instead of stopping he kept going forcefully pulling my jeans off of me by the bottom of the pants legs. He wrestled and pulled and in the struggle my panties came down to mid thigh also so they saw everything before I had the change to get my panties back up. Even after, I was still left there cowering on the floor in front of them in only my panties! They both cruelly mocked me, laughing away at my embarrassment. My older brother said, “So it’s not so easy being a wrestler anymore is it!” He threw my stripped off jeans at me and I ran out of the basement in my black panties only! God it was so embarrassing! |
| Name: | Devon |
| E-mail address: | devon_miller99@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | West Virginia Girl Humiliated at College - Part 4 |
| Message: | BACK TO THE PRESENT
Now, this was a pretty harsh story that Cynthia told me. I could see how Cynthia could be a bitch, but Linda and Jason not only stepped over the line, they rocketed past it. Not only had she had sex on video, but with guys that she doesn't know to this day, but they know her. Not to mention she could have gotten a disease or pregnant. And perhaps the hardest part for her was thinking she was still a relatively conservative girl that had had sex with two people she was in love with (or so she thought), and finding out she has had 64 different penis' in her, all very public. Well, I happen to like Cynthia now (primarily because she is such a good artist and it is making my web design business is boom). After she told me this story, I asked her about getting revenge. I pointed out that filming somebody naked without their permission was illegal. She said she was afraid that filing charges would make the experience even more public and hurt her worse. I didn't agree, but its not my decision. So, then, what about private revenge? She was still too humilitated to go near them, but I had no such qualms. Plus, I own a technology company, and I have access to serious hackers. After I suggested a few things, she got some of her composure back, and started to like the idea. We are still in process of what to do to Linda, so that will have to wait for a later post, but Jason was easy. First, he is a horny guy, and obviously has a history of being easy. I got this idea from a website called baitbus.com. I enlisted two of my acquaitenances: a really sexy 30 year old woman named Julia, and one of my really wild gay friends named Dan. With very little prodding, he agreed to go back to a hotel with Julia. Once there, she fucked him for awhile (he was handsome, after all), and then got him to agree to a blindfold. She blindfolder herself first, since he was a little nervous about being duped (gee. wonder why?). But, she had already had sex with him, and she was really persuasive. Once he was blindfolded, Julia wanted him to fuck her in the ass. Unknown to him, the ass he actually fucked was Dan's. Not only did we get him on video fucking a guy's ass, but then Dan gave him a blowjob. We had debated about removing his blindfold while in the act, but decided against it. He left, thinking he had a sexy evening with Julia. We ultimately sent the edited video and photos to everyone in his Outlook Express Address Book, including his college fraternity. We don't have a first hand account of what happenned, but rumors are he was bounced out of the fraternity. Athletic frats are not quite as tolerant as regular frats are about homosexuality. We didn't put in on the web...too easy to trace. We created some yahoo emails, sent the videos and photos to as many people as we could from his address book, and immediately deleted the yahoo accounts. But it didn't stop there. This guy had made somewhere between $6000 and $7000 off of having guys pay to fuck Cynthia. Cynthia had dated him for two years, so she still remembered his habits, banks, and some of his passwords. She also remembered that she had a key to his apartment. We checked, and he was still there. So, first I planted some trojans to capture any of this computer passwords in case they were changed. Most of them were still the same (idiot). I also accessed his calendar, and found he was going on a week long trip. So, we ordered about $10,000 worth of stuff using his bank accounts on the Thursday before he was to leave. Clothes, sports equipment, stereo's, Dell computers, etc. Nothing that didn't fit his buying habits. More importantly, we had it all delivered to his apartment. So, while he was on vacation, we used Cynthia's old key to access his apartment. We retreived all the things that got delivered, and promptly donated them to charity. It was ordered using his cards and it went to his apartment, so he is going to have a hard time explaining it was fraud, especially since we left some of the boxes in one of his closets. We also took the opportunity while in his apartment to scavenge it for any residual videos or photos of Cynthia. We found a few, and took them away. We also checked his computer, including his sent mail folder, and he actually didn't have many Cynthia photos on his computer. We deleted and wiped the few that he had, and using his sent mail, tracked the 2-3 guys who he did send Cynthia's photos to. I used his Outlook Express to send virus's to the guys that received the photos...not sure what happenned, but if they are as dumb as Jason, they probably don't have serious security on their computers anyway. We were able to change his itinerary on-line while he was on vacation. We changed both his return flight (for an extra charge of $100 from Delta), and cancelled one of his hotel rooms. That must have made it fun near the end of his vacation. We also reported him to the IRS for failing to report unearned income. We will do the same for Linda, but Jason's is harder to prove since it was all cash. He appeared to have spent a lot of it, but we did find his bank statement from June with a $3000 cash deposit, which was almost guaranteed to be his Cynthia money. A copy of that statement was in our anonymous email to the IRS. That will do I suppose. Cynthia blames Jason more, but I pointed out to her that Jason is not too bright, and Linda was the real witch. We have several scams in progress to pay her back, but they are not complete yet. I will report back in a week or two after they are complete. Stay tuned... Sunday, August 6th 2006 - 01:44:53 PM |
| Name: | Devon |
| E-mail address: | devon_miller99@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | West Virginia Girl Humiliated at College - Part 3 |
| Message: | Their success made them bold. By the end of April, they had spread the word to some guys at other colleges, and they had over 400 subscribers, and Jason had a waiting list for guys. He raised the price to $150, and they still kept coming. Some got on the list again hoping for round 2.
Linda wanted to get even more bold, and have Cynthia give the guy a blowjob, but Jason was afraid she would notice the differences. Linda pressured him, and Jason did agree to have her turn around, open her mouth, stick out her tongue, and take the load in her face. Since she wouldn't touch the guys penis, she shouldn't notice the difference. However, Jason wanted to try it himself to make sure she would do it. It took two nights, but he got her to agree. After that, the guy would slip in behind Jason, fuck Cynthia doggy style, and then when he was ready to come, Jason would have her turn around and take the load in her face, with some on her mouth. Linda wasn't satisfied, so she pressured him more, and Jason did relent and allow the guys to fuck Cynthia without a condom for an extra $50. By the time July came around, over 60 guys had fucked Cynthia, with about half shooting their load into her face. Jason had to whack off in Cynthia's face a few times when the guy couldn't hold it and came while fucking Cynthia doggie style. Linda was up to 600 subscribers, so she was making nearly $12,000 per month, and Jason had a cool $6000 in his pocket. They were scheming how to keep up the scam, since summer break was upon them, and Cynthia would be leaving for France in August. Cynthia wanted Jason to come with her for the summer, but Jason told Linda he was sick of Cynthia, claiming he was tired of dating a whore. Linda laughed, and pointed out that 1) Cynthia didn't know she was a whore, and 2) she was whore because of Jason. Still Jason, said he couldn't continue. Since Linda would keep making money from the website, she figured she had the better end of the deal, so she told Jason that her only request was that they break up on camera. Jason didn't want to, but Linda offered to give me another blowjob, so he agreed. Linda warned him NOT to tell her why...since she wasn't ready to tell Cynthia yet...she was waiting for the right moment. They caught the breakup on camera, and it shocked Cynthia. Linda got to see Cynthia crying and pleading. Apparently, that was all Jason could take, so he went ahead and left. Later that day, Linda was in the TV room, when Cynthia came down. She still had puffy eyes from crying. Cynthia didn't talk to Linda, but Marie came in, and Cynthia told Marie that Jason had broken up with her. Linda tried to keep her mouth shut, and succeeded for awhile. However, when Cynthia went on and on to Marie about Jason being only the second guy she had ever slept with, Linda couldn't take it. Linda told Cynthia that her sweet little innocent pussy had been fucked by over 60 guys. Cynthia called her a raving lunatic. Linda just smiled, and walked out. The next day, while Cynthia was out, Linda invited over about 15 guys. Instead of watching TV, she starting showing replays of the webcam. When Cynthia came back to the house that evening, she walked in on all those guys, plus a few women and Linda watching Cynthia get fucked on the television. For about 60 seconds, Cynthia just stared in shock. Linda then said that these guys were all here, hoping to be guy number 65 (she had counted them up), and which one would she like to have for this evening? After all, she was such a whore after having fucked 64 guys, that one more wouldn't make much difference, would it? Cynthia tried to say this was a fake video, but after seeing Jason step out of the way to let another guy in on the action, and then as she watched herself turn around and take a load of come in her face and mouth from some unknown guy, she realized it was true. Cynthia broke into tears, and ran out of the room. She cried for awhile on her bed, and then realizing she might still be on video...left the house, never to return. She sent a friend to pick up her things and move her out. |
| Name: | Devon |
| E-mail address: | devon_miller99@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | West Virginia Girl Humiliated at College - Part 2 |
| Message: | Linda obviously wanted to broadcast the webcam video live, and charge people to see it. However, that wasn't enough. Since Jason had started getting Cynthia to have sex blindfolded, Linda suggested that they could charge other guys to come in and have sex with Cynthia while she thought it was Jason. Jason got so excited about the idea, that he got an erection right there. They negotiated, and ended up with Linda getting the money from the webcam subscriptions, while Jason got the money from the guys. Jason still had an erection, and asked Linda if they wanted to seal the deal with a little sex. Linda wanted to fuck him right there, but cautioned Jason that they shouldn't have sex with Cynthia in the house, since they didn't want to arouse Cynthia's suspicions. She did quickly suck him dry, and then told Jason to come back the next day while Cynthia was out.
Jason came over, and they proceeded to work on the angle of the webcam for maximum view. In addition, they cut a hole in the back of Cynthia's closet. This would be how guys came in and out without her knowledge. As they finished up the closet alternations, Jason got an erection again, and Linda sucked him dry again, again not wishing to get caught doing anything else and spoil the show. It took a few days for the website to get operational. In the meantime, Jason made up with Cynthia, and began getting her to have sex nearly every night, doggy style, with a blindfold. After a week of this, he met Linda, and they decided everything was ready. Jason approached some fellow athletes, and nearly all of them were willing to shell out $100 to fuck Cynthia, even though she wouldn't know it, because she was one of the best looking girls on campus. He told them the details, and selected the lucky guy to go first. That night (in April 2005), they sprung their scam. First, Jason emailed the web link to as many guys as he could, with SEVERE warnings not to let anyone they didn't trust see it, because they didn't want anyone to warn her. That night, Linda escorted the first guy into her room (which was adjacent to Cynthia's), and waited. Soon, Jason brought Cynthia back, and they began their ritual. The guy was watching the broadcast in the other room, and he got an immediate erection. As Jason moved her into doggy position, the guy slipped through the new door in the closet, took Jason' place, and fucked Cynthia doggy style while she thought it was Jason. He was so excited that he came quickly, and Jason had to step in and pinch fuck to make sure she didn't notice. The guy slipped out, and the humiliation was on. The next day, they checked the website stats. They had gotten 35 subscribers, at a cost of $19.95 per month. This time, both Jason and Linda were so horny, that they replayed the video of Cynthia and Unknown Joe 1, and had sex while watching it. And this was just day 1....to be continued |
| Name: | Devon |
| E-mail address: | devon_miller99@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | West Virginia Girl Humiliated at College - Part 1 |
| Message: | I hired a web artist in January of this year by the name of Cynthia. Cynthia is fresh out of college, and has been doing a good job...she's a very good artist. She is also extremely good looking. Through my contacts, she is getting a lot of exposure via web design work.
About a month ago, I got this "anoymous" email with a website link, saying I needed to know what my employee's past was, and that I might need to get rid of employees with poor moral character. I clicked on the link, and it was a porn site with Cynthia as the star. I was not really disturbed...people do lots of dumb things in college. However, as I looked at the video, it occurred to me that she was acting like she didn't know the camera was there. That disturbed me more than the video itself, so I decided to ask her about it. When I brought it up in my office, she broke into tears. It took awhile to convince her I wasn't about to fire her, and then she finally told me the story. She lived with three other girls in a house in college: Linda, Marie, and Kelley. Cynthia was from an upper class family, so not only was she hot, but her family was wealthy. As time went on, her roommates began to resent her. She got free this and that because guys gave her things, even though she had more money than the three of them combined. She was dating a really good looking athlete, and they were dating average joe college students. Apparently, they had a low level resentment for awhile, but the straw that broke the camel's back was when she got a scholarship to go to France for a semester, expense free, to learn from their art schools. One of the roommates had also applied for the scholarship, and was furious that they gave it to someone who had money. When Linda confronted Cynthia about it, they got into an argument, and didn't speak for some time. After that, Linda plotted her revenge. She installed a web cameria in Cynthia's bedroom, but wasn't sure how best to make use of it. For several weeks, she and her other two roommates watched Cynthia. Cynthia was dating Jason, who as I said before, was a good looking jock. Cynthia admits he wasn't the brightest bulb, but he was real good looking and was great as a lover. Cynthia had been dating him for two years, and other than her high school boyfriend, he was only the second guy she had ever slept with. However, far from being conservative, they had wild sex, and lately Jason had taken to blindfolding Cynthia while they had sex. Soon thereafter, Cynthia got into a small fight with Jason. When Jason came out of Cynthia's room upstairs and walked into the kitchen, he made some smart ass comment to Linda about Cynthia being a bitch. Linda took that opportunity to comiserate with him, and asked Jason what they were fighting over. Jason wanted to go on a big spring break type trip, and Cynthia was all for it, except Jason wanted Cynthia to pay for both of them since he didn't have the cash. She refused. Linda told Jason about the scholarship, and Jason really began to get annoyed at how life is so unfair, and the people with money control the rest of the world. Linda then took the risk, not knowing if Jason would buy it, and told Jason she and her other two roommates had thought of a way to both 1)get back at Cynthia by humiliating her and 2) make money in the process. But they couldn't do it without Jason's help. To Linda's surprise, he wanted in, even without knowing the details. Linda's plan was this: |
| Name: | enow |
| Subject: | Police Instructor Arrested Semi-Nude, Drunk |
| Message: | Police Instructor to Return to Work, Previously Arrested Semi-Nude, Drunk, and Speeding
A Florida Police Academy instructor will be returning to work after an incident last December saw her arrested for DUI, and later suspended. Off duty at the time, she was driving on a Florida highway, apparently in a manner which attracted attention. An officer clocked the woman, who was a DUI instructor at the academy, at 90mph. The officer pursued the woman, and upon stopping her, noticed that she was nude from the waist down. In light of this, the male officer decided to wait for backup. It soon became quite obvious that she was intoxicated; they also saw an open bottle of Southern Comfort next to her. After her arrest, she was convicted on DUI charges - but is now slated to return to work within days, doing road patrol. |
| Name: | Matt |
| Subject: | Ex-girlfriend stripped and humiliated at a party |
| Message: | Something which one of my ex-girlfriend told me happened to her at her first work in this city.
She comes from a small village in the country and has moved to the capitol, still lives here now. She isnt that pretty after all, but she has d-cup and has a quite thin body, very nice all together. She moved here when she was around 19 and got a job at a telephone company to answer incoming customer care calls. On her departement it was 5 girls and 2 men working already and the mood was very good between all of them. When my ex started the mood got bad, mostly since she is very flirty and often choose to have tight clothes which could bring looks to her. After a few months it had developed in that way so my ex only "friend" was one of the men, which she had flirted with kind of. The other man had seen how she was and didnt seem to like it and the girls, they had started to freeze her out. After 4 months the mood was very bad and their manager had decided for her not to continue to work there, she was still on her trial period so they could let her go almost immediately. When my ex got to know this she was very upset and didnt think she had done anything wrong, accusing all the girls on the departement to have set her up. Anyway the last weeks got better, the girls wasnt mean to her anymore and she could talk with them again. She even thought that she had made a few new friends on those last weeks. When it was just 2 weeks left on her work they talked about to have a party, since she was leaving, not to celebrate but just as a farewell party. She thought it should be fun and everyone in the departement suppose to attend. She arrived to the party in tight jeans and a top, in the beginning the just sat in a sofa and chairs having some drinks talking a little. After a while things started to go bad for her, it started with that one of the girls asked her why she tried to "catch" the men in the departement and also flirted with men outside the department. She had told them that she wasnt flirting at all, she was just in that way. None of them believed her except for that guy who she had become friend with, he had probably kind of hoped to get something from her. By this time the atmosphere got bad and even her only friend from before - that guy - was against her now. The girls said something like if she wanted to show her self so bad why dont she show all her breasts right now. All girls, including my ex, was in a big loud argument now, the guys didnt say anything. Since things got worse she wanted to leave, she said that they was just idiots and went towards the door, one of the girls blocked her way but she pushed her aside into the wall. She was about to get her jacket when they all came after her, pulling her back and started to wrestle with her. They had her pinned down on the floor quite easily, two of them held her arms and two sat on her legs. The other girls started to unbuttom her jeans, shouting that since she has been so eager to show her self they might just as well see her in the nude. She screamed and tried to release her self but it was no use, in a matter of seconds her jeans was pulled down and her panties as well, after this they pulled up her top and bra to expose her breasts. They held her like that for maybe 30 seconds, just so both guys - who had enjoyed the show - could get a good look. They even took some photografs of her. Then they was done they let her up and she dressed as much as possible, took her jacket and shoes and just ran out of the house. She said that even if she got the humiliation of her life on that occasion, it was very humiliating to go back to work and pick upp her stuff. She actually called in sick that last week but she had to return the week after to collect all her stuff which she had left. For example one of the guys had a picture of her nude in his mobilephone and gladly showed that for her when she returned. She left the office crying that day, but now a few years later, she has found out that being stripped and also tied up is a little bit turn on for her. So something good came out of it anyway. -------------------------------------- I know several other true stories like this, mostly since I always has enjoyed these things and has been involved in girls who also like it. Will write more when I have time, but will tell you a short story about a girl I dated a few times 2-3 years ago. When she was in college she was picked on by 3 girls in her class. One time after gymnastics the girls jumped her in the locker room, she had just been in the shower and it was easy for them to rip the towel away. They pulled her out from the girls locker room and into the boys instead. Inside the locker room all the guys started to cheer, the girls held her arms behind her back so most of the boys could get a look. After that they just runned out and held the door shut instead. She was also stripped a few time during her college years, she has told me 2 of those times and I can write them down another time. |
| Name: | Jeffrey |
| Subject: | Humiliated by sister |
| Message: | This is a true story so sorry if it's not that exciting.
One day a few weeks ago, me and my sister stayed up late in the downstairs den watching TV and somehow eventually got into a truth or dare game. It was more my idea than hers but I got ehr to eventually play along. At one point she dared me to go outside in my underwear only, touch the swing at the other end of the backyard and then run back. It was in the middle of the night so being spotted by an errant neighbor was a highly unlikely so after some serious taunting from her calling me chicken and saying she would do it in a second if she was dared I eventually gave in. I stripped down to my tighty whities and did it but, like a fool for not foreseeing this, she locked me out back in my underwear in the cold. I demanded to be let back in but she just laughed at me and would not let me back in till I stripped off my underwear too, basically rendering myself completely naked. After an eternity of refusal, and angry threats to be let back in, I eventually had to give in (I was freezing!) as she was determined to not let me back in till I did, so I did it. I stood there slid my underwear off trying to cover my shrunken privates as best I could and stood there bare ass naked in front of her. She laughed hysterically and pointed and I was basically standing there nude, humiliated and defeated. I was bitter to say the least. I wanted revenge so I told her I wanted to keep playing but she jut laughed calling me a fool. It was so humiliating being fooled like that by her! I have plotted to get her back but so far nothing has really worked. |
| Name: | PJP |
| Subject: | Booze, Sisters, and Red Panties = Trouble |
| Message: | So last weekend while my parents were out of town we threw a b-day party for one of my sister’s friends. It was my two sisters Laura and Jemma, me, and a bunch of our friends. Jemma, the younger of my sisters wore this blue sweat pants outfit. It was new and the pants were on the lose side but she liked the new outfit so much she wore it that way anyway. One of my older sister Laura’s crushes kept commenting that Jemma looked “hot” especially considering her pants kept slipping down showing a lot of her panties and hips. Laura looked very jealous and like she was ready to punch him for the comments he kept making. He was basically doing his best to hit on Jemma right in front of Laura.
Well, the more Jemma drank the more she flirted, danced around, and let her pants slip down on purpose. People were gawking and I could see Laura’s cold stare burning holes in Jemma. We all wound up getting pretty drunk, but Jemma got overly intoxicated passing out on the couch in the basement where we had been playing darts and generally horsing around. I was upstairs at the time when I heard someone yell really loud "Sh*t, she's throwing up over here!!” Fearing a disastrous clean up ahead I ran down the stairs to see Jemma bent over the edge of the couch, butt up, already puking into a trashcan. Since we were all so intoxicated instead of showing concern, as we probably should have, we found it incredibly funny. Because her pants were so lose they had slipped down again showing a lot of panty to us all again. Seeing a great opportunity to mess with her I ran up and ‘pantsed’ her causing her pants to come down to mid thigh exposing a snug fitting pair of red silk panties. The boys, including Laura’s crush went nuts over this. Even in her condition Jemma’s reflex reaction was to quickly reach back and try to pull them back up, leaving them all disheveled with her panties still showing as she continued heaving without missing a step. In her condition I don't think she really cared much about it anyway. We on the other hand we were laughing our heads off loving the show. My sister went over to her rubbing her shoulders saying, "Awe that's so mean. Do you need help Jemma?" but instead of helping her she yanked her pants down again this time worse that I had. She pulled her pants down causing her panties to come ½ way down too but even in her intoxicated state Jemma hung onto them from one side trying to keep them up while still in mid-barf. My sister eventually let go but not before everyone got another look at ½ her ass and her disheveled panties. Still laughing I picked Jemma up trying to help her get to the bathroom. Barely able to walk I held her up as Laura ran up behind her again this time whipping her pants down to her ankles! Her panties slipped ½ way down again showing a lot of her butt to everyone again and from my angle I could see a lot of her ‘lower pelvis area’ (ehem!) too. So there I was dragging my sister to the bathroom with her pants down around her ankles and her bikini cut red panties ½ down with everyone in the room laughing hysterically. She mumbled some curse words at Laura but they were intelligible. She tried to reach down for her pants but didn’t seem to have it in her to pull them back up so there she was in the bathroom, on her knees dry heaving into the toilet with her pants around her ankles and her butt crack showing. Feeling awkward I tried to pull her pants back up for her but she swatted my hands away cursing and mumbling again. I don’t know what was up with Laura, my older sister, but she was obviously jealous that her crush was so interested in her younger sister so she kept on trying to f*ck with Jemma. At one point she ran into the bathroom while Jemma was still on her knees and pulled Jemma’s panties up her butt giving her one heck of a wedgie. This is when things got ugly because instead of just taking it Jemma stood up quickly backhanding Laura right in the face hard calling her a “f*cking b*tch!” It was shocking and before I could even react Laura and Jemma were wildly swinging at each other and pulling each other’s hair in a full on drunken catfight. Keep in mind Jemma was still in panties only with them wedged up her butt with her pants still around her ankles. Mustering all my strength I separated the two crazy bitches with some help from my friends and eventually got things under control again. Once we managed to get Jemma back together and semi cleaned up she eventually wound up passing out face down on the day bed in the spare room. The party continued with some us still drinking a lot more still laughing about the whole mad fight scene earlier. Laura’s crush kept commenting on how nice Jemma’s body was and how much he loved the little red panties. With each comment I could see my sister getting more and more agitated still fuming inside from getting smacked in the face by her younger sister right in front of her friends. Finally seeming like she couldn’t stand it any longer she got up, grabbed Mark (her crush’s) hand and told him to come with her nearly dragging him to the spare bedroom, with me following close behind. Storming in she jumped on the bed at Jemma’s feet and said, “So you like her silk panties?? Well here, you can have them then!!” Reaching out she grabbed Jemma’s sweatpants pulled them AND her panties off right there in front of us both! Tossing Jemma’s pants and panties at Mark she smacked Jemma on her naked ass and stormed out of the room saying, “She’s passed out cold anyway so why don’t you just fuck the little b*tch in the ass too. She’ll never know!” Shock and awe… is all I can describe it as we stood there dumb founded in front of my passed out depantsed sister. She lay there obviously unconscious and unaware of her embarrassing condition. We stood there gazing at Jemma’s naked but for a few moments stunned. Then I immediately told Mark he had to leave, and after some resistance, got him out of the room. It was a weird deal having to wrestle with my bottomless passed out sister to get her pants back on. It was a lot harder that one might think. In the process I saw a lot more of her that that night than she would ever suspect. She was so drunk to this day she doesn't remember any of it! We all still laugh about it though. |
| Name: | Claire |
| E-mail address: | clairewilliams20@fastmail.co.uk |
| Subject: | The bikini hunt |
| Message: | I'm glad "visitor" liked my story.
I've had permission from my friend, Vanessa, to post this story here. I was in university with her and was one of the students involved in the bikini hunts. If a fgirl has never been stripped of her bikini by a gang of young guys she hasn't lived. We all loved it after the first terrifying ordeal. Anyway, here is the story: THE BIKINI HUNT I attended Cardiff University in the 1960s. It was in the age of the bikini. After seeing the banning of the bikini in beauty contests because they “showed too much”, and after Brigitte Bardot appeared wearing one in the film “And God Created Woman”, no self-respecting female was seen without her bikini. After Brian Hyland sang “Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini” in 1960 the sale of bikinis went through the roof and they have been with us ever since. As any young girl with a half-decent figure will tell you, it’s the thing to be seen in to show it off. During my student days we all went in for the very daring halter top and side-tie bikinis. They were so easy to get off that the boys had a fine time doing their best to embarrass us, and many a girl who dropped off to sleep on the beach found that, when she got up, her top “accidentally” dropped off, the top string having been carefully undone by one of the lads. That was in the days before feminists and politically correctists raised their joint, ugly heads to try to spoil the fun. In the summer a group of us, both male and female students, often used to visit a place called Merthyr Mawr. It’s on the coast not very far from Cardiff, and, in those days it was covered with acres of undulating sand dunes. The only people you’d see there were the odd man or woman walking a dog. One sunny day as we were all lying on the sand, we noticed that some of the boys were rather red from their previous sunbathing. One of the girls remarked on this and we commented that they looked like a lot of “redskins”. As we were to very soon discover, this was a very unwise thing to say. Shortly after the boys had been whispering together, they started enlarging one of the natural holes in the sand until it was quite a large deep pit. They jumped into it and tried to get out, but, without help from someone above this was very difficult. Some of us girls tried and we found it even more difficult than the boys. We asked them why they’d dug the pit. They replied that as they were redskins they would be coming to hunt our scalps but that our “scalps” were going to be our bikinis. They gave us just one minute to hide and then they would be coming on their bikini hunt. We didn’t know quite what they meant at first, but it sounded a bit terrifying so we ran screaming away all over the dunes. We soon discovered what the rules of the game were. When we were caught by one of the boys he quickly whipped off our bikini top and used it to tie our hands behind our back. Then he removed the bottom of our bikini and stuck it in his belt. This was his “scalp” - Red Indian fashion. With a fireman’s lift he then hauled us up onto his soulders and carried us back to the pit in triumph. He then dumped us in the pit - stark naked and with our hands tied behind our backs. I can’t begin to describe what it feels like when the only thing you have covering your naughty bits is a tiny bikini, and suddenly it’s whipped off you. Your feel very naked! The first boy back stood guard on the pit until another arrived with his prisoner, when he took over. But, believe me, it was impossible to get out of that pit with your hands tied behind you. The boy who collected the most “scalps” was declared the winner, but we girls were not hauled out of the pit and given back our bikinis until we had agreed to pay a forfeit. You’d never believe how humiliating some of those forfeits were. I recall my first one well. I’d been caught by Jack who I had a crush on, so didn’t mind much, but my forfeit was to kiss him. It was the first time I’d ever been kissed naked. I’m happy to say it wasn’t the last! On later visits I always tried to get caught by Jack if I could arrange it. A few years later, he caught me for good. He’s now my wonderful husband. A couple of years ago we decided to go on a visit down memory lane and drove to Merthyr Mawr. Sadly it was all overgrown with ugly weeds and not much sand was to be seen. We looked everywhere for the pit but we failed to find it. Perhaps, over the years, it had been filled in by the wind-driven sand. But we enjoyed our visit. Jack said, “Let’s play bikini-hunt”. I told him I didn’t think I could get into mine now, and he admitted that he didn’t think he would be able to haul me up on his shoulders. We both had a laugh thinking of those happy student days. |
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| Name: | Me Again |
| Subject: | Dumb Girl |
| Message: | So I have this new neighbor that just moved in a few weeks ago. They have a daughter named Carrie who I think is hotty, with blonde hair, a slim figure, and a very nice butt. She’s real cute but doesn’t have many friends yet in town. Because we're neighbors and around the same age we’ve become some what friends and hung out on a few occasions so far. She very pretty but not very smart and asks a lot of dumb questions. She’s so dumb it’s annoying really.
Well I invited her over my house the other day while my parents were out. It was me, my friend Jess, and her only. She was wearing these tight pink sweats that said “JUICY” on the back butt area, and a short t-shirt that exposed her nice tummy and belly button. She was looking extra hot to say the least. We were bored out of our skulls as usual so we were in my room on the floor playing cards. She was kneeling on the floor and from behind you could see enough of the top of her exposed butt crack sticking out to get the full attention of both me and Jess. Her smooth skin and fantastic rear end were driving both me and Jess crazy. Feeling horny and devious I told her who ever lost best out of 5 hands of poker would have to strip naked. I said it somewhat jokingly and she didn’t take me seriously anyway saying, “Yeah right”, laughing a little bit. Well we rigged things so that she would lose 5 times in a row, and she was so dumb she never caught on. At the end of the last game I said, “Well you lost. Time to get naked!” Again she just laughed it off so I said, “I’m serious. You lost and that was the deal. Come on.” Carrie laughed it off for a 3rd time so we jumped her and started tickling her and grabbing at her. She broke out in a barrage of giggles rolling around trying to swat our hands away as her shirt hiked up exposing even more of her bare tummy and belly button. I winked at Jess giving him the signal and that’s when we really moved in. Rolling her onto her back I grabbed the wait of her sweats making sure I hooked under her panties too, while Jess got his hands on the bottom of her shirt. In one sweeping power move I quickly pulled down, as he pulled up simultaneously stripping her naked pulling her pants, panties, shirt, bra and all off as she squealed in utter surprise. Jess forcefully yanked her shirt and bra up over her head exposing her very perky breasts and forcing her arms up enough to pull her shirt and bra clean off, while I made sure to pull her pants, and panties all the way down and off her feet causing the legs of her sweat pants to go inside out. I wrestled them off her feet so we managed to strip her stark naked (except for her sneakers) in a matter of only a few seconds revealing ever wonderful inch of her body to both of us. Surprisingly she had her pubic area shaved clean off leaving near nothing to the imagination. Her smooth beautiful skin, firm but soft body, nice behind and wonderful curves were an orgasm for the eyes. “Oh my G..! I can’t believe you guys!” she said as she scrambled to cover her breast and pussy with her arms. On her knees she sat there on the floor crouching stark naked and embarrassed. Her cheeks went bright red! She made a feeble attempt to go after her clothes, which meant she had to expose her bouncing little breasts and bare crotch to us again but I held them behind me refusing to let her have them back. I told her she would have to win a round of poker first before she could get them back and “those were the rules!” Naked and ashamed she put up very little protest sitting there awkwardly trying to nervously laugh the whole humiliating situation off. I could not believe it. Had she thrown a fit, or freaked out like I would have expected a girl in this situation to do I would have immediately complied and probably been apologizing up and down the whole time too. But in Carrie’s case she didn’t do any of this and instead seemed to continue to comply with our silly humiliating demands even after stripping her naked against her will. Trapped stark naked in my room we forced her to continue to play quite a few more hands of poker, each time making sure she lost. Apart from looking at her cards, she did her best to cover her breasts and crotch but we had plenty of time in between to examine her in all her glory. Each time she leaned forward to put a card down I would lean way back to look at her gorgeous ass from behind. She would of course immediately return to her kneeling position imploring me to stop it. She was definitely more embarrassed than upset. With each hand she lost I wanted to make her do more and more embarrassing things like walk around on all fours, or dance naked for us but she refused nearly every demand of this nature. I guess the boundaries of her naked humiliation even at this level had their limitations. Wanting to keep her our naked little slave in my room we never let her win a round of cards. Oddly never once did she accuse us of cheating. Even though I didn’t want things to end I realized we could not perpetuate this forever plus it was getting late which meant my mother would be home soon. I kept insisting that since she could not seem to win a hand of poker that I would only let her off the hook if she got on all fours facing away from us, with her butt in the air, and spread her ass so we could see everything. She of course refused but over time the more insistent we became, and the more desperate I could tell she became she eventually broke down. Defeated and looking more humiliated than even she spun around and complied. She did it so fast however I told her she needed to do it again, this time slower because Jess had not got a chance to see. We exchanged a few words as she protested but in the end she did exactly what I demanded. With her butt up and her cheek spread this time I moved in and smacked her fine round naked buttock a few times, with her pussy and anus on full display before throwing her clothes at her. Scrambling to get dressed right in front of us was just another adventure in perverted pleasure for us as we watched intently. Funniest part to this story is that I told her I would not tell her parents about it if she agreed to not say anything to anybody either! As if she would have gotten in trouble vs. me anyway?? Thinking that I was doing her some kind of favor she agreed! Since then she still hangs out with us and we have managed to strip and embarrass her on numerous other occasions. How gullible can you be?!? |
| Name: | Claire |
| E-mail address: | clairewilliams20@fastmail.co.uk |
| Subject: | Naked waitresses at men's party |
| Message: | My friend Dawn and I often do part time waitressing at various functions such as weddings. They are usually not very special but they pay the bills. But there was one job we did which always stands out in my mind. It was the time we were employed as nude waitresses for a special stag-night dinner for a famous local football club. The pay was almost double what we usually get paid so we jumped at it.
We were a bit nervous on the evening when we turned up at the very luxurious hotel where the dinner was being held. We were ushered into the office of the woman who seemed to be organising the event. There were four other girls there also going to be waitresses. The woman explained that it was a private dinner for the men in the team and some other officials and directors, 42 in all. She said that we’d be expected to wait at the tables serving all the food and drinks and then, afterwards, when there was entertainment provided, we would be expected to serve drinks for the rest of the evening. Then she said she’d give us our costumes. This was something of a relief for Dawn and me as we had understood we were going to wait in the nude. She opened a drawer and threw on top of the desk six black bow ties. She smiled. “That’s it girls. That’s all you’ll be wearing for the whole evening.” Then she took us into the kitchen to meet the chef and the rest of the kitchen staff. They were all men! She led us into a small room off the kitchen and told us to strip and put on our bow ties. After we’d done this the chef walked in and looked us over. I noticed that Dawn and the other girls turned bright red as they giggled and looked at the floor “accidentally” holding their hands in front of their pussies. All but one of us were shaved! The chef told us that most of the guests had already arrived and that after a drink in the bar they’d be coming up to the dining room where the whole event would take place. He asked us a few questions about where we’d worked before and when he realised that we had all had quite a bit of waitressing experience he seemed quite happy. He left us by saying, “Now, all these guys you’ll be seeing tonight are famous. You’ll recognise them from matches you’ve seen on TV. The main thing is to keep them happy.” We waited nervously as the first course , mostly hot soup, was got ready for us and then we heard music being played in the dining room. It was time for us to serve. We made a few jokes about how we hoped we wouldn’t get any hot soup on us, just to cover our embarrassment. As we entered the dining room there was a buzz of conversation from the guests as they saw us all totally naked bringing in their food. I can just imagine some of the things they were saying. It was quite humiliating, and every time I caught Dawn’s eye, she smiled and looked at the floor. Gradually we got used to walking around in the nude amongst all the men. There were some gorgeous hunks there and I knew the names of some of them. They all looked very smart in their dinner jackets. They were very friendly and chatty and one asked me if I’d like to be a streaker at their next match. By the time we served the third course they’d had quite a bit to drink and I felt a few warm hands creeping up the back of my thigh. Some even patted my butt. I must admit that I was enjoying myself but the touble was I was getting wet. Dawn told me she was too and I rather fancy the others were as I noticed I was not the only one who had to keep visiting the “little girl’s room”. The sips of drink we had as we served the drinks didn’t help either. After the meal was over the noise grew louder and louder as the alcohol was having its effect on the footballers. Then the chairs were slighty rearranged and the entertainment began. The first act was a handsome looking guy who was a magician. His glamourous assistant was a blonde who worked nude apart from a pair of high heels. Several of the guests were asked to volunteer to assist in the act and the things they did to the assistant left nothing to the imagination - and it meant another dash to the bathroom for me. The next act was a stripper. She gave out little cork rifles to two of the men nearest her and asked them to shoot at her. Everty article of clothing they hit, she removed. In two or three minutes she was naked. She then did a sexy dance and ended up inviting several volunteers to examine inside her shaved pussy with a torch. I watched the last part sitting on the lap of one of the guys who had grabbed me. The following act was a pair of lesbian strippers who slowly stripped each other to start with and then proceeded to do the most imaginative things to each other with a vibrator and a selection of fruit and vegetables. After all the sexy entertainment and the beer the noise was deafening at times and we girls seemed to spend most of our time sitting on muscular laps and being fondled which I thoroughly enjoyed, even forgetting the fact that I was by then soaking wet. The final act was hilarious. A comedian came on and told all manner of dirty jokes. He ended his act by getting some of the footballers to show him how they kept fit. They demonstrated their exercises and he tried to do the same but kept falling around. Then he asked us waitresses to join in the exercises. It was totally humiliating as we had to do what the Americans call “jumping jacks” with our boobs falling about all over the place. My shaved pussy must have been shining by then but I just didn’t care. The club Chairman ended the proceedings by giving a vote of thanks to the organisers, the chef and his staff and also us waitresses. Quite a few of the guys used this as an excuse to give us a kiss to express their personal thanks. My! How thankful those guys were. I enjoyed their thanks but that was one job I’d have done without getting paid. |
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| Name: | dezzie |
| Subject: | Sleepover Prank (cont.) **warning: explicit** |
| Message: | Did they spank me? With a room full of a dozen horny teenage boys what do you think? I cringe as I write this partly because a lot of the boys were really cute and I feel a little guilty for secretly enjoying some of what happened, but this is what happened next. I fell over when I got pushed into the room and my first reaction was to get up and try to get out the door which meant they all got a full look at my bare ass. With my hands tied behind my back it was useless trying to get the door open even though I desperately tried. As soon as they saw "spank here" written across my naked cheeks it was a free for all. In the roar of laughter and whistling, hands reached in and began swatting at my cheeks from all directions. No one was smacking me too hard so it was more humiliating than painful. I got spun around and held up like that so everyone could see my bare pussy. With my mouth taped up I couldn't even protest! Through all the jeering I saw camera flashes and at least a few continue to smack my bare hiny from behind as they held me there. Then one of the larger boys picked me up and threw me over his shoulder so my bare ass and lips were right in everyone's face. My panties flew off my ankles too leaving me truly bare from the waist down now kicking around. He spun me around like that smacking my bare butt over and over while others whooped and hollered. He spun me around so much he must have gotten dizzy because he stopped to try to get his balance back. Grasping my butt cheeks with both hands he pulled them apart kneading them like they were dough or something! No doubt everyone got a very good look right up my butt! Losing his balance he fell over and we both landed on couch cushions on the floor. I landed on my back facing up with them all looking down at me. As if that is not bad enough then they grabbed my ankles, spread my legs apart, and pulled them over my head forcing me to bend like a football player in a stretch, with my knees at my chest and my spread open butt pointing straight up in the air. They held my ankles down pinning me there like that as more camera flashes went off and different boys ran up smacking my ass and putting their faces right next to my spread ass to pose for pictures. They were all looking right into my open exposed pussy and asshole! Some boys only playfully smacked my butt, but some were much more bold. Some touched my pussy lips, and some even pressed their fingers into my ass pit! Fingers were touching me all over and I heard someone say, "Hey, have you heard of a wet willy?" Laughing he then wet his finger and stuck it in my ear! Then he said, "This is my new version of a wet willy!" and re wet his finger and put it in my pussy! As humiating as the whole ordeal was there were quite a few good looking guys in the room, as I mentioned before. The more the fingers probed my pussy and butt the more I could not help but get aroused. Boys began playing with my wet pussy and I felt like I might even cum if thigs went much farther! But before things went any further one of the biggest kids in the room who had not participated at all (I think he was a serious Christian) stepped in and began pulling people away saying, "That's enough!" and "Let her go already!" He was pretty intimidating. He pulled me up and escorted me out of the room to the sounds of jeers and boos. He removed my ties and tape and apologized over and over. He brought me back to the girl's room and exchanged some very stern words with Barbara, Lola and the other girls.
They didn't show much remorse at all and, instead, played it off like it was just the funniest practical joke. Since they found it so funny I vowed to get them all back but good! |
| Name: | dezzie |
| Subject: | Sleepover Prank |
| Message: | Okay, I had just moved in and I met new people and got some friends. After about 2 months, I got invited to her sweet sixteen. When I get there, we have a dancing contest and we have some refreshments. After we have fun, we get ready for bed. There were 2 BIG rooms, 1 for girls and 1 for boys. We get ready and go to the rooms. Well it was Barbara's idea to play truth or dare. It was my turn and they dared me to go into the boys room and kiss a certain guy on the lips. I said okay and as I was coming back into the room, they jumped on top of me and started giggling. Then one of them starts to pull my pants down and I start to scream but they cup my mouth and put tape over it. After they took my pants off they tied me up. Then Jessie, Barbara, and Lola get on my back and grab my undies start to pull them down as I start to squeal. Once they got them down they took out a marker and wrote "spank here" on my butt! Then they carried me out into the hall and knocked on the boys room doors. When they answered they pushed me inside like that and ran away! All I could do was squeal through my gagged mouth as the boys in the room roared with laughter and moved in on me....
Nice friends, huh!! |
| Name: | The web |
| Subject: | Naked revenge |
| Message: | I went on a work outing with all the guys and girls from my work. We went down to the beach on a really hot day! Me and one of the other girls were eyeing up one of the guys, trying to get a glimpse of him as he changed into swimshorts under a towel - then my friend just ran over to him and pulled off the towel, leaving him stark naked for all us girls to see! He was really embarrassed and pulled on his shorts really quick - he then walked off while we were still laughing. We walked off down the beach and layed down to sunbathe. This is when he came back! HE held both me and my friend down amd pulled off our bikinis - he then pulled away our towels leaving us with nothing - totally exposed! We ran after him into crowds of people who took pictures! |
| Name: | ravegirl |
| E-mail address: | u wish! |
| Subject: | BIG Mistake **warning: explicit** |
| Message: | Hi Guys! Here is a new one from me since I haven't posted in a while:
So I had this major crush on this new guy in my school. He was a grade higher than me and was hot! I flirted with him for a while and one day finally got a date with him. Come date night he took me to this secluded place by a lake in our area called Look Out Point. It’s a high point on a hill in the woods that has a great view of the lake. He brought a blanket and some cold beer and although I don’t drink we were having a good time and he was very persuasive. So 3 beers later I am smashed and we are talking about everything under the sun about us. We were having such a good time I felt like we were really connecting. He told me a few “deeper” secrets about some things he’s done, and girls he’s been with, etc. and we even started kissing and stuff. With a lot of prying from him at one point I even confessed that I have this thing for spanking and that I have fantasized about it. Don’t ask me why! It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Well we both didn’t realize the time and I was way late so we made out some more and had to rush home. That next weekend he invited me over his place because his parents were out. Well one thing led to another and we started making out again and touching each other. He tried to reach down my pants but I stopped him and playfully called him a bad boy. He said, “No YOU are the bad girl and I think its time you got spanked!” With that he rolled me over and started undoing my jeans! I was like, “What are you doing!” as he got the zipper open and then began yanking and pulling them down my legs. I was surprised yet very turned on at the same time. I tried not to show it but I was getting wet in the panties thinking about what he might do. I playfully resisted but not enough to stop him from tugging and yanking my jeans down past my thighs, then past my knees, till he got them completely off me! Thankfully I managed to keep my panties up or he would have gotten them down too! So now in only my panties he pulls me over his knee and starts to playfully spank my butt. He locked one leg around mine and pushed my right arm up behind my back and held me like that so I could not even get up if I wanted. I felt so vulnerable and helpless as he had his way with me. He smacked my butt a few more times then yanked my panties up my butt till they were pulled up like a thong and my cheeks we exposed. He smacked me a few more times, this time harder and I felt my panties get so wet I am sure he noticed them soaking through. He brushed his finger up in my wet crotch and I could not help but let out a moan of pleasure. No one was home anyway so I really didn’t care. He groped my wet crotch a few more times then slid his hand under the bottom of my panties and got his fingers exploring my extremely wet pussy. Still holding my arm pinned behind me fingering me I surrendered letting him do what he wanted. He pulled my panties down slowly from behind saying, “I don’t think you need these anymore!” till they were at my ankles and my exposed red butt cheek were out in the open for anyone to see. Then he began really spanking my butt harder and harder while at he same time groping my butt cheek and wet pussy. He spread my cheeks apart saying, ‘Oh yeah look at that!” He let his fingers slip in to the rim of anus, and slid them up and down my slit. Lost in the ecstasy of the moment I moaned aloud taking the spanking of a lifetime. As if this was not enough he pulled my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra intent on groping my tits too. Willingly I let him do what he wanted. He soon had me stark naked right there on his lap in his room in the middle of the day touching me all over. He was obviously very turned on too and one thing led to another and soon he had his big erect boner out of his pants wanting me to touch it and suck on it. I had never done anything like that before but he was very persuasive in talking me into putting it in my mouth “just once”. We’ll eventually I did letting him push it into my mouth a few times. He moaned out load as it pushed into my wet mouth. It was then I heard a noise from the other room that sounded vaguely like cheering, then some murmering. “Did you that?” I told him but he continued groping as if he didn’t hear me. I then heard more noises, like people laughing and talking or something coming through the wall. I told him to let me up but he didn’t seem to want too. “Is there anyone else here?!?!” I asked feeling quite confused now. “Uhh no, there’s no one here.’ He stammered unconvincingly. “You sure?!?!” I pressed him further not believing him. I heard some scuffling and more muffled voices and before I could say anything else he suddenly shouted out to the ceiling, “OK GUYS, THANKS A LOT ASSHOLES!! I STILL WIN THE BET YA KNOW!!!” Awe struck and wide mouthed wondering what the hell was going on I tried kicking free and getting up but he still held me locked down over his lap. I heard murmurs, and foot steps and then the door opening!! Looking behind me I saw 5 of his friends from school come stumbling and laughing into the room with me stark naked and all wet crotched! They were all laughing their heads off pointing at me. “Nice show Missy!” one of then blurted out, while another started mimicking my moaning sounds very loudly. All of them burst out laughing pointing to the desk as. I looked around in horror to notice the web cam on the shelf on his desk with a little red light on! They had been watching the whole thing from another room!! “That was the best show ever!!!” one of them yelled letting out a loud, “WHOOOOO-HOOOO!!” right after. Just look at this luscious ASS!” my crush said as he grabbed my cheeks pulling them apart exposing my butt hole and wet pussy to all the guys. Laughing and celebrating they all took turns smacking my ass, squeezing my butt, and pinching my titties before he eventually let me go. Scrambling for my clothes I was forced to get dressed right in front of them all in complete shame. “I still get the BJ bet money!” my former crush argued with the rest of the guys saying, “You guys fucked that up and you saw it was happening.” It was so humiliating. They let me go after that but they blackmailed me threatening to release the vid to everyone at school if I said anything. I walked home feeling like a complete fool. |
| Name: | The web |
| Subject: | Bottoms off |
| Message: | My friend was playing volleyball at the beach with a bunch of us, and this guy dove for the ball and as he went down to the ground, he grabbed her bikini bottom, and that went down too! She ran to the bathroom butt naked, and someone had to bring her the bottom of her bikini..................And then this other time she went boating with her boyfriend at the time, and he went water skiing, and she was like I can do that, so she did and had no problems. Then her boyfriend went skiing without any skis and she was like I can do that, so she did, and then she fell, and she slowly lost the bottom of that bikini somewhere in the lake. And her boyfriend was hanging off the back of the boat taping the whole thing. So they eventually went back to the dock where she refused to get out of the water until someone handed her a towel, while her boyfriend at the time was still taping her. So now her ex-boyfriend has a video tape of her losing her bikini bottom, and she can't get it back! |
| Homepage URL: | http://teenfx.com |
| Name: | From the web |
| Subject: | Stripped in front of the class |
| Message: | When I was in 12th grade I had the most embarassing moment happen to me.
My enviromental science class was taking a field trip to study the oceans on Cape Cod. We stopped on the trip to take a break on the ocean. At the time a girl named Amanda whose boyfriend cheated on her with me had also gone on the trip. She made a plan that I would become extremely embarassed... She asked a cute guy who I had a crush on to call me. Of course I came running to see him, when a few jerk kids came and pulled the strings of my two-piece bikini, and then took it away. I was standing there completly naked in front of my crush. Click here to email this Embarrassing Story to your friends! And then to make matters worse, Amanda called everyone in the class, and they all looked over and just stared. Even my teacher who I was trying to impress kept staring!! This was the worst moment of my life. |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.thatsembarrassing.com |
| Name: | Angie |
| E-mail address: | abc34@mail.com |
| Subject: | debikinied at the pool |
| Message: | Over the holiday weekend I decided to chill out,have a few drinks and work on my tan. Well one night I had a few too many drinks and we were all being silly. My girlfriends 17 year old brother and some of his friends came to the pool and we were all hanging out. I got up to get into the water and as I past by,one of the guys playfully grabbed at my bikini bottom string. I slapped away his hand and jumped in the pool. My girlfriend started say"You couldn't take off her suit even if you tried,I bet you can't,Ibet you can't". I yelled"shut the #$%^ up before the get any ideas. Too late. They all jumped into the water and came after me. I thought I had got away but one of them grabbed my leg and pulled me into the center of the pool. They had me surrounded as I begged them not to strip me. They told me if I show them my boobs they wouldn't take my suit. LIARS. I flashed them and they still jumped me and pulled off my bikini. They still had me surrounded and were all laughing and making rude comments. Then I fellt one of them come under me and lift me up out of the water. I fell back in but he still had my legs and two of the pulled my arms from my boobs and they all got a good look at me. I told them if they didn't let me go I was going to scream so they did. But they were still grabbing my butt under water so I decided to make a quick dash to my towel. Just as I had got out the water and was two steps from my towel,my girlfriend decides to take it awayleaving me standing there butt ass naked in front of the 25 or so people who had gathered at the pool. They all laughed and cheered as I streaked to the ladies room.
They brought me my suit and towel and everyone was wanting to come out and keep partying. Ladies, I need ideas for revenge. |
| Homepage URL: | http://mostembarrassingmoments.com |
| Name: | Andrew |
| Subject: | Women stripped naked for stealing |
| Message: | This is a shameful story of how three women were recently stripped naked and paraded around a popular market in one of the cities of the South-South geo-political zone for stealing.
Small talks learnt that one of the women was a former staff of a new generation bank even though our sources did not disclose what the women had stolen. It was gathered that hell was actually let loose as the three women were stripped naked and paraded round the market while photographers had a field day taking pictures of the naked women. After parading them round the market, Small Talks was also told that the naked women were subsequently handed over to policemen. |
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| Name: | tettra |
| E-mail address: | tettrateryon@aol.com |
| Subject: | matts nude adventure |
| Message: | Matt’s nude Adventure
Matt had been biking for about a hour. It was an unusually hot April day and he had resolved to get back into shape. Not that he was fat or anything, it was mainly a self conscious kinda thing. He wanted to be big and buff like the guys on TV, even though he knew it would never happen. His genes conspired against him and kept him well within the average category. Still, a guy had to have dreams. But this dream was making him hot, tired and sweaty. He needed a break. As Matt pedaled down the bike path and past a stream, a wild idea entered his mind. The path was deserted, the heat must be keeping everyone away. A nice cool dip would make him right again, a cool skinny dip. He had thought about skinny dipping before but had never actually done it. Other people said it was fun and liberating. He just was hoping to cool off a bit. Looking around, he saw no one. The path was deserted and a modest amount of small trees and shrubs gave some privacy. He leaned his bike against a tree and put his helm on the seat. Matt slipped through the shrubs and was down to bare skin in no time. He entered the water and relaxed. It wasn’t as cool as he hoped, that hot sun was warming the water, but it was refreshing. He swam and floated on his back and just frolicked and played. It was liberating in an embarrassing kind of way. Or maybe it was just the elation of doing something slightly illegal. “hey mister, do you want these anymore?” It was a distinctly female voice he had just heard. Startled, he turned to see three young girls by the shore, each holding some of his clothes. “Are you naked in there? “ A pretty red head asked. All three giggled. “ Of-of course not. I have my swimming trunks on.” “ Really, “ She said, examining his dark blue boxers, “ Then we can keep your clothes?” ‘No I want them.” he tried not to sound desperate. “ then why don’t you come and get them. “ A brunette asked, smiling wildly. “ I-I’m just not done swimming yet, that’s all.” “ Well, when your finished, you can come find us and your clothes. “ A blonde stated, also smiling like a fanatic. “ Wait, that’s not fair.” He protested. “ Why not? “ The red head enquired, clearly enjoying seeming him squirm. “ Because its just not. “ He offered weakly. “ Do you want your clothes now? “ She asked. “ Yes, please! “ he pleaded “ Then come up here and get them. And why don’t you keep your hands on top of your head as you do.” The blonde said. “ Why? Am I under arrest?” “ No, we just think your under dressed. “ All three girls broke out in laughter at his distress. Matt didn’t think it was funny, but he didn’t have much choice in the matter. he put his hands up and walked to the shore. Six eyes eagerly focused on his stomach, the waist as he walked to the shore. They all squealed with glee as his naked penis made its appearance. Having three pairs of virgin eyes staring at his cock caused it to rise to the occasion. Before their very eyes, it inflated to its full eight inches. “ Look, “ the red head said excitedly, “Its getting bigger!” “ That is sooo cool. “ the brunette responded. The blonde just watched in fascination. Matt stood, hands above his head for several minutes while the girls ogled his body. Then the red head spoke up. “Ok, if you want your clothes back, you have to do exactly what we say. If you don’t or if you cover your self, well let’s just say you will have a lot more difficulty getting home then you did getting to the park. The girls broke into laughter. “How old are you guys?” he asked “Eighteen, “ The red head responded. “Aren’t you a little young to be stealing peoples clothes?” “ How old are you? “ The brunette asked. “ Twenty three.” “ Aren’t you a little old to be leaving your clothes out were anyone could find them? “ The girls broke out in laughter, “ Besides if we had listened to Marcie, we would be gone and so would your clothes.” She pointed at the blonde and laughed, “ At least now you have a CHANCE of getting your clothes back. More laughter and Matt didn’t like the sound of it at all. “ How did you find me? “ “ You thought you were being clever by hiding, but this is actually a very popular place to go skinny dipping. When we saw your bike, we snuck up to see what was going on, or rather, coming off” The girls had another laugh at his expense, “ But enough of that. I’m Mandie ,“ Said the redhead, “ She is Cindy,” She said pointing and the brunette and she is Marcie. What is your name?’ “ Matt.” “Great, “ Mandie said with delight. Your first task is to ride your bike down to the end of the trail and back. Remember no covering yourself.” Matt hesitated. “ Ya know, its hot out today, but I don’t think anyone will believe its hot enough to walk home naked.” More thunderous laughter. Hesitantly, he head off down the trail, wind in his hair, manhood of full display. The girls waved and clapped as he rode away. He could also see they had arrived on bikes. It was a full two miles to the end of the trail. Fortunately no one seemed to be braving the unseasonably warm spring day. He turned around and headed back. When he got there, the girls were gone. he panicked and looked around by the stream. No one was there. Cautiously, he headed back up the trail. Twice he dove behind trees or into the underbrush to avoid being seen. He neared the beginning of the trail and still didn’t see them. Riding home wasn’t an immediate option, maybe if it was dark outside it might work, but home was miles away. He headed back down the trail and neared the place where this whole horrid story began, when he was the girls smiling and clapping. “Sorry about that, “ Mandie said without really meaning it, “ We hid and let you pass us. It was sort of a show of power. You know, we decide if you go home in your jeans, you boxers, wearing only a sock, or nothing at all. “ The girls’ laughter left no doubt which was the party favorite. “Can I have my clothes back now?” Matt pleaded. ‘Nope, “ Mandie said, seeming to feed of his humiliation, “ What else do you want him to do?” She looked to her friends. “ Let’s go swimming. ‘ Cindy suggested. “ How about right here. “ Matt suggested.” Seeing them naked would make this all worth in, and he might be able to get his clothes and theirs in the process. “ Are you kidding, “ Marcie replied, “ We don’t have our suits here. Besides, if we went skinny dipping, some one might take our clothes, and wouldn’t that be embarrassing.” More laughter. “ Right, good point. How about ice cream instead “ Cindy said, “ Matt can get it for us.” This didn’t appeal to Matt at all. Walking out in public totally naked just wasn’t his cup of tea. But they were holding his clothes hostage, so he didn’t have much choice. “There is an open concession stand by the baseball diamond. You can get the ice cream there,” This suggestion met with complete agreement, “ Oh, and be a dear and leave the bike here. It will only get in the way.” Matt walked up the trail towards the baseball diamond. Not having the bike was almost a blessing; it made diving into the brush or behind a tree much easier. That helped him getting up the bike trail, but would be useless when he got to the wide opens spaces of the campsites. He half expected to girls to come up behind him and announce his presence to the world, but they seemed busy doing something else, probably thinking up another humiliation task. He came to the edge of the woods and looked across the parking lot. No one seemed to be around so he made a run for it, and hid behind a car when a family walked by. Cautiously, he moved from car to car, not easy since there weren’t many of them here and then sought the protection of a large tree. He then streaked across another field ,to a shelter and finally to the concession stand.. He was relieved to find no one was in the mood to eat and he was the only one here. Matt hid as much as he could and leaned his head over to the service window. “ Can I have three cones please. “ The girl in the stand looked at him oddly, “ What flavors do you want?” He had no idea, “ Make them chocolate please and hurry. “ Still thinking this was odd, she got the ice cream, “ that will be two fifty.” Shit he didn’t have any money. He had been so worried about getting here that he hadn’t even thought about paying for the ice cream, “ Can I just owe you? “ “ Sorry, no. Company policy. “ “ I’ll be right back, “ Matt streaked away. The girl leaned out the window to see why her almost customer had been acting so oddly. Seeing his naked butt racing away gave her the answer, “ Loose a bet did you!” She yelled and laughed. Huffing and panting, he returned to the waiting girls. “ Where is our ice cream? “ The girls demanded. “ I didn’t have any money.” “ Take a jog down the path while we get some. “ Mandie’s eyes were hard and cold. Once again, he headed down the path, modesty gone and manhood bouncing in the warm air. He returned and the girls furnished money. “ Hurry, or you can just jog all the way home. Get the picture? “ Mandie was one mean bitch, but she was also the one in charge. His second trip back to the ice cream stand wasn’t much better then the first. More then one giggle trailed behind him and the girl at the stand was ready for him. “ Ice cream please. “ Laughing, she made three chocolate cones and held them out, but not close enough for him to reach. Matt was forced to stand in front of her and get the cones. “ Sure you don’t need a hotdog bun too? “ She laughed made his way back to his tormentors. He arrived with melting ice cream streaming down his hands. Holding all three cones while heading back and trying to hid and not to drop a cone had been difficult. “Well done, Now, only one more task and the clothes are yours.” Mandie smiled as she took the cones. Looking him evilly in the eyes, she dropped all three cones. “ What do I have to do? “ He wanted to scream or strangle her. All the work and she just dropped them. “ Marcie has informed me it is her wish to be a mommy, and you get to be the daddy. “ Mandie smiled broadly. “What?” Matt was confused. “ Let me try to explain, “ Mandie said accenting every syllable, “ Marcie wants to get pregnant, and you get to make her pregnant.” Horrified, he looked at Marcie. Her eyes were full of stars and fairy tale dreams of a perfect child. “But-” “ No buts! Do it or we will tell the cops a naked guy was making advances on us.” Mandie’s eyes were cold and mean. “And since you defied us, one last task. Just to show you who is in charge. “ Cindy’s eyes held the same cold malice, “ I’ve seen my older brother do this. I want you to stroke your penis.” “why does you brother do that? “ Marcie asked. “ It must feel good. he moans a lot when he does it. Sometimes he uses his hand, but a lot of the time he uses a sock.” “Why does he use a sock?” Marcie asked. “ It catches the sperm, otherwise, it shoots all over the place and makes a big mess.” The other two grimaced in disgust. “ That’s gross, but doesn’t the sperm make a baby?” Marice questioned. “ I think so. “ Cindy replied “ No!, “ Marcie cried, “ I don’t want him to waste it, I want a baby!” “ Don’t worry, I’ve seen my brother shoot sperm two or three times in a row. You will be fine. My brother usually used a porno mag to get going, but since you will have to be naked anyway Marcie, Why not get undressed now? “ Marcie nodded and her Shorts dropped to her ankles, revealing panties with cartoon horses on them. Matt’s dick had gone limp, but now found new life. Marcie then pulled off her shirt and two small, emerging breasts saw the light of day. Her panties then fell to her ankles and Matt saw peach fuzz surrounding her moistening pussy. He noted she was a natural blonde. “ Ok lover boy, stroke that penis. My brother usually uses cooking oil, but I don’t have any. Sorry.” Cindy said without sounding the least bit sorry. Matt felt more in the mood and even fucking a thirteen year old seemed pretty inviting now. He started stroking. It wasn’t the most pleasant sensation. He really needed a lubricant, but the stroking and the sight of a naked girl made the precum flow and things got easier. He moaned . In what seemed like record time, He blew his load. It landed in long squirts in the dirt and on the rocks. “ How do I get pregnant!” Marcie yelled, her eyes were wild with lust “ Ummm, I don’t know, I’ve just seen my brother stroke himself, not get anyone pregnant. But I bet he knows. “ All eyes fell on Matt. What he was about to do was wrong. He knew that. but hormones had taken over and his dick was calling the shots now. “ Lay down on your back and spread your legs.” The little girl did as requested, “Now what?” Matt got on top of her, easing himself into her. She shuttered, “ its going to hurt for awhile, but it will be ok.” It was a tense few moments, but her pussy was warm and wet and they got into a rhythm. Both lovers moaned in pleasure as he thrust into her. Matt didn’t notice, but the other two girls had started to finger themselves as they watched him work. Matt’s world had condensed to a girl ten years younger them him. He felt her already tight pussy grip his penis as both orgasmed. Little Marcie moaned and left nail marks on his back, and Matt shot stream after stream of hot cum into her virgin womb. He Relaxed for a moment, feeling her muscles twitch and carry his sperm to its final destination. He then started thrusting again; kissing her passionately as she was swept away by wave after wave of pleasures she had never imagined before. His second load Shot into her womb, seeking out a fertile egg. He held her close and looked into her eyes. matt almost fell for the thirteen year old temptress and hider of his clothes. Matt gave her one final kiss and stood up. He noticed the other two girls laying on the ground, shorts and panties and their ankles and their hands massaging their emerging pubes, eyes glazed with pleasure. He wondered if they wanted babies too. But, as much fun as it would be to plug them both, he was spent. If getting them both pregnant was a requirement for getting his clothes, he would be walking home naked. It was going to take some time to recover. Marcie sat up and looked at her crotch and shuddered, “ I’m Bleeding! What did you do to me!” “ Relax, I popped your cherry when we fucked. Congratulations, you not a virgin anymore.” “ Oh, “ she said and looked up at him and sighed. She put her hands on her tummy, “ I can’t wait to have my baby. “ “ That’s great. Can I have my clothes now?” He was anxious to get as far from here as possible. Mandie pulled her shorts up and stood, smiling happily. “ We hid them down the trail just a bit. Look behind a large tree and you should find them.” “Thanks.” He headed off down the trail looking for the tree. ‘Large tree’ must be a subjective size. He looked behind several trees and was beginning to suspect they had tricked him and it was going to be a naked ride home. Finally he found the right one. All his clothes except his underwear were there. He also noted the fifty dollars in his wallet was gone. That explained how they paid for the ice cream, be he couldn’t figure out why they would take his driver’s license. He decided it didn’t matter, just as long as he was rid of them. After being naked for most of the day, his clothes actually felt odd on him, but he was glad to have them back. It made the ride home much easier. EPILOGUE THREE MONTHS LATER Matt was riding his bike down the street. He didn’t go to the park anymore and he had totally given up skinny dipping. But he still enjoyed riding his bike. Ahead of him, he saw three familiar faces that made his heart stop. Mandie and Cindy smiled but had eyes full of cold, sadistic glee. Marcie had her hands on her swelling tummy. Her eyes were full of puppy dog love. Matt tried to turn around, but they had already seen him and motioned for him to join them. Fear and dread filled him as he complied... |
| Name: | cathy |
| E-mail address: | kentsfolk@yahoo.com |
| Subject: | stripped in a way |
| Message: | I used to intentionally annoy a friend of mine because, I found it funny seeing her get mad.
One night I was showering at her home. When I finished, I had only a towel-no clothes. I walked in to her room, and she pushed me out in the hall and locked the door. I could only fall to the ground. She'd invited a boy to see me. We weren't friends long after that. (follow up post. Story continued..) I went to the floor intentionally. The boy ripped my towel off, and my friend (then)opened and came out the door. I couldn't get up of course. They tickled my feet, and wore a baseball catchers mask, so kicking in the face was not an option. I went bananas laughing, and couldn't use my arms to hide my privates very well. They also took ice, and held it against my back with cloth , which was a real torture. They showed me a bike lock, and told me they'd lock my hands in the u, if I didn't comply with their commands. I was really scared so I was walking with my hands on my head, up and down the hallway. They laid out about five chairs which, I had to step on, and hop off, which was embarrasing, because my breasts bounced. This lasted about 15 minutes. Finally, I had to go to the basement. My nightshirt, underwear, and bra were locked with a chain and padlock to a rafter. They gave me a list of about ten combinations. I tried several before I opened it. The whole time, I was on a stool, and I had to have my hands over my head to reach the padlock. After I dressed, they yelled and threatened me continually for a couple of hours, until her parents came home. I told a couple of girls, who only laughed at me, and made the the laughingstock of their clique. I got drunk with a guy at a party, and told him everything. He seemed sympathetic, and I thought he'd be my first boyfriend. Turns out he found me boring, and apparently found ample girls to mill around with, who wanted to hear of my woes. I ended up hearing that my onetime friend, and a lot of other girls hated me with envy because I developed breasts very early and they got very large quick. I had a breast reduction at age 22, in order to stop the insults, and bad memories. |