Naked in public for the first time

So let’s start. 

It was May last year when I decided on this new adventure.  I was fed up and bored with commuting and all the paraphernalia of work and so one day I just gave up.  It’s not that I am rich.  In fact it is quite the opposite.  I am stony broke, and so I have a portfolio of many jobs – each of which interest me.

Over time I will go through all the ups and downs of the adult industry but first I will talk about the first time I was naked in a public place.  

I decided that if this was my new career I need to get used to getting my kit off. 

I choose a local fetish club that meets once a month in a club room they hire and it was with more than just a little trepidation that I drove there and parked.   I paid my fee and went up the stairs.  A disco by night but on this Sunday afternoon it was quite different.  

At the bar were a collection of people.  Some men were dressed in women’s clothes, some in leather and some in jeans.  There were fewer women than men (as always) and they wore a range of fetish clothes but showed, as I had expected, little flesh. 

Around the dance floor were groups easily visible in the darkness but they were not locked in deprivation but normal, as far as I could tell, conversation.  As always at parties the women had formed themselves into little gaggles.  Maybe the blindfolded lady lying across what looked like a small piece of gymnastic equipment, her short dressed lifted to expose frilly, white knickers and having her bottom smacked was not normal Sunday afternoon entertainment, but apart from the unusual dress code there was little to tell where I was.

I felt disappointed.  It didn't seem as though I would be getting naked today.

They were kind to me though.  I was introduced to the committee (fetishists are not anarchists – they too need organisation) and finally to Lucy, the ‘house mistress’.

We chatted.  I said I wanted to be exposed and naked and led around the club with everyone watching me.

 

‘Of course,’ she said ‘get undressed.’  I looked around. Tea cakes seemed the most exciting thing happening, but did as I was told.

‘And your pants,’ she said noticing my hesitation over my last piece of modesty.  I did as I was told and stood there. 

‘Stand just were you are and don’t move until I come back.’ 

I stood and she walked away to the bar.  I looked around and counted at least fifty people but I did not see fifty pairs of eyes looking at me.  There was my first lesson.  I might be uncomfortable being naked but in the right environment no one else cares. 

Lucy came back and over the next three hours I was led around on a leash while she talked to friends, tied with cling film to a pole with my cock hanging out and getting harder every time Lucy passed and flicked it with a whip; sent to the bar to get us both a drink; or told to stand still, blindfolded and hands tied behind my back in the middle of the dance floor; and all the time I had nothing to cover any embarrassment and a cock that got hard and shrank over the hours.

I went back to the club a couple of more times and I will go again but for now the first step was taken: I can get nude anywhere and I don’t care.