Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >Made to Strip by TheBlushingPrincess Made to Strip (Part 1) Author's note: This is one of my absolute favorite (and most-used) fantasies of all time. Part of the fun of the fantasy is that the first part of it (everything in this particular post) actually happened. So before I get to the story of the fantasy (which I will do in the next post after I have the opportunity to write it up), I need to give you the real-life background -- A couple of years after college, I was in a long-term relationship with a really nice young man. We had been dating for over a year and he was very comfortable being naked in front of me. For example, after a shower or when getting ready for bed. He wasn -(TM)t an exhibitionist or anything like that. It -(TM)s just that he would simply go about his business and didn -(TM)t mind being naked in front of me. He wasn -(TM)t self-conscious about it at all. He was comfortable with his body in that way. I, on the other hand, absolutely hated being naked anywhere at any time, even in front of my loving boyfriend of more than a year. Every time I was undressed in front of him, I felt like it was the very first time, and I would get really embarrassed and shy. After a shower, I would always cover up with a towel immediately. Whenever we were intimate, it was always with the lights off or very low. Getting ready for bed, I would always turn away from him and change (or preferably change when he just happened to be in the other room.) It -(TM)s not that I had a bad body image or low self-esteem. I was just very, very shy when it came to my body. Needless to say, on the occasions when he did happen to catch me naked, knowing that I was so shy about my body, he would make a big deal about it. He would always tell me how cute I was when I was naked, partly because he liked how I looked but also partly because I would get so shy and embarrassed and always try to (unsuccessfully) cover up. He would try to create situations where I would end up naked in front of him or simply trick me into getting naked. It was always in a loving and playful way; absolutely never mean-spirited. But it still embarrassed me to no end every time it happened. And I think that made him want to do it even more! One time, we were on a weekend getaway. We were at our hotel, getting ready to go out for the evening. He had already taken his shower and was getting dressed, and I had just finished my shower. I emerged from the bathroom wearing only a towel. And when I came out, there he was with his camera pointed at me, taking video. (This was before the days of automatic backups to the cloud, so it wasn -(TM)t so much of a privacy or security thing. I knew he was the only one who would see it. Still, it surprised me.) I jumped back. He tried (intentionally unconvincingly) to tell me that the camera wasn -(TM)t on; that he was just fooling around. But I knew better. He wouldn -(TM)t take the camera off of me. (Not that I really protested all that much.) I kept the towel over me while I put my panties on. As I did this, I noticed that I was in front of a mirror and he was getting a shot of my ass as I pulled my panties up. I shot him a look, but he kept on recording. Then, and I don -(TM)t know what came over me, but I simply dropped the towel and grabbed my bra. I quickly put the bra on, but it allowed him to get a good shot of my breasts for a few seconds. Once I was covered up with the bra, I did a quick, silly dance for the camera and then he turned it off. Well that was that. Until -- A couple of weeks went by and we were back at home. It was just after Thanksgiving and we had bought these two gingerbread-house kits at the mall. I was going to make one and so was he. Well he came up to me one evening and said, -I feel bad about catching you naked on video at the hotel. To make it up to you, I -(TM)m going to let you make a video of me making my gingerbread house -- while I -(TM)m naked. - I thought that sounded pretty silly but I figured it would be a fun (and perhaps sexy) way to get even a little. You know. Kind of settle the score. So I said, -Sure. - Later that night, it was time. We were in the kitchen and I had the camera on him. He was standing there, still dressed, and he said, -Okay. Tell me what you want me to do. - Keep in mind, this is all completely true so far. I won -(TM)t start embellishing until I get to the fantasized version in the next post. So here -(TM)s what happened, to the best of my recollection. And keep in mind, I had this on video for a long time. We would watch it together. (I would tease him that he was the only guy I knew who would masturbate to a video of himself stripping!) So, even years later, I still pretty much have it accurately memorized. (FYI, the recording is now long gone. As I mentioned, this was before the days of the cloud. So once it was deleted, that was it.) HIM: Why don -(TM)t you tell the viewing audience what we -(TM)re going to do? ME: Well, you are the viewing audience. But okay. My wonderful boyfriend is going to make a gingerbread house. HIM: And is there anything you want me to do before I make the gingerbread house? ME: (Almost too shy to say it.) Yes. You are going to take off your clothes. HIM: How do you want me to start. ME: Start with your shirt. He took it off. ME: Next, your pants. He took them off. ME: Now walk over to the couch and take off your socks. He did. Now he was just in his underwear. ME: Now smile for the camera. And -- you know what to do. He turned his butt to me and kind of stuck it out. He lowered his underwear, exposing his ass, and then stepped out of them. ME: Now turn around and wave. He did. His dick was mostly hard. I asked, -Why is it hard? - He simply replied, -I don -(TM)t know. - Well, the boner went down and he started making the gingerbread house. I recorded every minute of it. I would kind of tease him along the way by saying things like, -Show us some, - and -Now remember, this was your idea, - and -You must be thinking, -~I can -(TM)t believe I -(TM)m letting my girlfriend videotape me while I am wearing absolutely nothing! -(TM) - It was silly and sexy at the same time. Afterwards, we had some very good sex. Well, a few days went by. I still hadn -(TM)t made my gingerbread house yet. At dinner, my boyfriend said something like, -Hey, you should make your gingerbread house tonight. - That sounded fun to me. So we cleaned up after dinner and I took out the kit. Then he started recording. HIM: Isn -(TM)t there something you -(TM)re going to do before you start making your gingerbread house? ME: What do you mean? HIM: Aren -(TM)t you going to take off your clothes first? ME: I hadn -(TM)t planned on it. HIM: Well, I think it would only be fair. Don -(TM)t you? I mean, I let you videotape me making my gingerbread house naked. Shouldn -(TM)t you do the same thing? Well shit, I thought. He had set the whole thing up just so that I would feel guilty if I didn -(TM)t let him video me making my gingerbread house naked! As much as I dreaded the thought of stripping in the light -- much less on video -- I thought it would be best to play along. So I agreed. I looked at the camera. ME: What would you like me to do? HIM: You can start by taking off your clothes. ME: Is there any particular way you -(TM)d like me to take my clothes off? He directed me to stand in the middle of the room. He said the light was better there. I don -(TM)t know if it was or not, but he was trying to amp up my embarrassment level. So I walked to where he had pointed. ME: Here? HIM: Perfect. You can start with your pants. I wasn -(TM)t stripping in a particularly sexy way. Quite the opposite, I was really shy about the whole thing. Clearly, this added to his enjoyment of it. As each item came off, he walked closer with the camera and would move it all around me, making sure he was getting the best angle of my body. Once my pants were off, he instructed me to take off my shirt. And so I did. So there I was, just in my bra and panties. I know that most women are more shy about their privates than about their breasts, but I -(TM)m kind of the opposite. I -(TM)d much rather let someone see my privates than my tits. Well he knew that, so he intentionally made me take off my bra first. He walked the camera up to each of my nipples, getting a super close-up of each one. Then, with him a distance from me, so he could get a full-body angle, he instructed me to take off my panties. I complied. I covered up with my hands for a second, but then I figured what -(TM)s the point? So I just stood there, awkwardly, with my hands at my sides, waiting for my next instruction. He videoed me for what seemed like an eternity. (I think it was actually just about three seconds.) Then he said, -Alright. Let -(TM)s see you get to work on that gingerbread house! - Through the whole thing, he was getting all kinds of crazy embarrassing angles of me. I mean, he -(TM)d get down on the floor and shoot up at me. He got a between-the-legs shot. He -(TM)d focus on my ass and also on my legs and feet. I mean, he was capturing every inch! I feel compelled to remind you that everything up to this point is absolutely, one-hundred percent the way it happened in real life. I am going out of my way to not embellish so far. Finally, I finished the gingerbread house. Still naked, he had me take a bow for the camera, which I did. Then I said, -Can I get dressed now? - But he said, -No, not quite yet. I just need you to do a couple of things for me. - This is where the real story kind of ends and the fantasy begins. Some of what you -(TM)ll read in the fantasy (in the next post, once I write it up) did actually happen. But there -(TM)s so much embellishment that I can -(TM)t honestly say that what follows is the truth. Still, enough of it is true that it was really exciting for me. And still, years later, I continue to get off thinking about it. Made to Strip (Part 2) My boyfriend had just finished making a video of me creating a gingerbread house while I was completely naked. He had me take a bow for the camera, which I did. Then I said, -Can I get dressed now? - But he said, -No, not quite yet. I just need you to do a couple of things for me. - I was a little confused. It was difficult enough for me to hold it together while I was naked for like a half an hour while I assembled and decorated the gingerbread house. Now he was expecting me to continue to be naked in front of him? But I tried to keep it together, and I sexily said, -What do you mean? What do you want me to do? - He was now sitting in a chair in the living room. -Come stand right over there. - He pointed to the center of the room, about six feet from the chair where he was sitting. It was embarrassing enough to make that gingerbread house naked. But now he wanted me to just stand in the middle of the room? Just stand there? And do what? But I was in it this far. So I walked over to the middle of the room. It was so bright in that room. So many can lights in the ceiling and two bright floor lamps. And I felt like they were all aimed at me. He was still filming me. -What do you want me to do? - -I just want you to stand there so I can look at you for a few minutes. - -Why? - I asked, not really understanding the request. I had both my arms crossed over my breasts. -You just look really cute when you -(TM)re naked. - -What do you mean? - -Well, do you like being naked in front of me? - -No, - came the honest reply. -I don -(TM)t, really. - -Why not? - -I don -(TM)t know. It -(TM)s embarrassing? - -Why is it embarrassing? - He loved watching me kind of squirm like this. I knew he thought it was cute. But that only added to my discomfort. Still, I tried to put on a brave face. -I guess it just is. I don -(TM)t know. - -Do you like when I look at your beautiful, naked legs? - -No. It makes me feel funny inside. - -What about when I stare at your cute little butt? - He leaned his body to the side and stretched his neck around so he could see the profile of my butt. -Why are you doing this??? - I started blushing. I had never stood there like that -- I mean just standing there naked in front of him. Not getting dressed. Not getting ready for bed. Not brushing my teeth. Just standing there naked for him. In the light. I was really nervous. He put down the camera, kind of leaning it on a book on the side table. It was still recording, but it was just propped up there without him having to hold it. He walked behind me, reached around me, and gently put his hands on my hands (which were still covering my breasts.) -I -(TM)m going to move your hands away from your chest now. Okay? I -(TM)m going to put them on top of your head. Then I -(TM)m going to let go, but I want you to leave your hands on top of your head. Okay? Would you like that? - -No, I wouldn -(TM)t like that. - -Why not? Do you not like standing in front of me naked? - -No. I don -(TM)t, - I said, very shy but a hint of an embarrassed smile coming through. -Well, that -(TM)s okay. You -(TM)ll never get used to it unless you do it more often. So I -(TM)m going to move your hands now. - He gently took my hands and guided them up and over my head. -Now before I go and sit back down, I -(TM)m going to play with your nipples for a little while. Do you mind if I do that? - Well, that I didn -(TM)t mind. -No, that -(TM)s fine. - At least he was behind me and not looking at me. He started gently rubbing my nipples. Lightly pinching them in his fingers. Teasing them. I felt my nipples getting harder. He gradually moved his hands to caress my breasts and belly. Then back to my nipples for a bit. Then he walked back around and sat down. He looked at me for a long time. -Can I move now? - -Sure. You can move. I want you to keep your hands on your head but get down on your knees. - -Really? - -Yes, really. Go ahead and get down on your knees. - I somewhat awkwardly got down on my knees, maintaining my balance with my hands still atop my head. -That -(TM)s great, - he smiled. -Just a little longer. I like looking at you. You -(TM)re really beautiful. - I blushed a little. As more time passed, and I was still kneeling there naked with my hands on my head, my heart was starting to beat faster and faster. I really couldn -(TM)t take the embarrassment much longer. I felt my blood getting warmer. After a long while, he spoke again. -I -(TM)m going to give you a series of commands and you -(TM)re going to do everything I tell you. Okay? - I was so overcome with subordination that I simply said, -Yes. That -(TM)s fine. Whatever you say. - Then came his string of commands. -Well, first I need you to get up and walk over to the stereo and put on your favorite song. - I didn -(TM)t know where he was going with this. But I played along. I walked over to the stereo, turned in on, and put in a CD. I jumped to the track I wanted and hit play. I can -(TM)t tell you why I picked this song. Maybe I thought it would be funny. But I chose -Brick House - by The Commodores. You know. Ow, she's a brick house She's mighty-mighty, just lettin' it all hang out She's a brick house That lady's stacked and that's a fact -- I thought it was appropriate for the situation. Plus, my boyfriend liked going dancing and that was one of our favorites when the band would play it. He smiled so big when it started to play. He said, -Let -(TM)s see some of your great moves. You know. Just like when we go out! - I really couldn -(TM)t believe it, but I started dancing all alone. I mean, really getting down to the music. I kind of shocked myself at how much I had forgotten that I was naked. I was just dancing. And he just sat and watched me. Maybe not for the whole song, but for a good minute or two. Finally, regaining my awareness of my nakedness, I shyly asked, -Is that enough? - He said, -Sure. - I turned off the music. Then he said, -Now I want you to go stand on that step over there. - I had this little step that I would work out with. You know, up, down, up, down. That kind of thing. It had come with a video of exercises. Anyway, he made me go over and stand on it. It was really rough. I mean, I know he -(TM)d been looking at me naked for well over an hour by now. But to be standing up on this makeshift stage? It really made my heart flutter. Then he handed me this fake, plastic, blow-up microphone. You know, like you might get at a carnival or something. I can -(TM)t remember why I had it or where I had acquired it, but it was something that had been sitting around the living room for months. Next he walked over to the stereo and switched the CD. I didn -(TM)t know what was going to happen next. But then, all of a sudden, I hear Whitney Houston singing, -I Will Always Love You. - I really liked that song a lot at the time. He said, -I know this is one of your favorites. I want you to lip sync it for me. - Well, I was in it now. If dancing naked to -Brick House - wasn -(TM)t tough enough, now I had to lip sync -I Will Always Love You. - Well, let me tell you, I gave it everything I could to overcome my shyness and I did an amazing lip sync of that song, all from my little step-stage. By now, he had picked up the video camera and he was going all MTV on me. All kinds of angles. Moving closer, farther. Zooming in and out. I mean, nothing was off limits. Again, just like with -Brick House, - I got about halfway through the song when my nakedness got the better of me. All of a sudden, I felt like my body was on fire and I just couldn -(TM)t take the exposure anymore. I said, -Okay. Can I stop please? - He knew me well enough. So he said, -Okay. But I need you to do just one more thing. - I really almost couldn -(TM)t take it anymore. I mean, this was way worse than what I did to him when he made his gingerbread house. But curiosity got the better of me. -Okay. One more thing. Then I -(TM)m getting dressed! - He said, -Okay. The last thing is -- - he paused for effect -- -that I want you to let me tie you to the bed and tickle you. - Damn. I didn -(TM)t know what to say. He knew that I was crazy ticklish and that I hated being tickled. He would tickle me on occasion. You know. Just a little squeeze around the waist or something. And every single time, it would make me squirm, scream, and beg for him to stop. I really couldn -(TM)t take it. He had asked several times before if I would let him tie me up and tickle me. Every time, I said, -no. - It just sounded like absolute torture. But he was relentless. He would ask me on his birthday. Or on my birthday. Or on Valentine -(TM)s Day. Or just whenever. I mean, not so often that it was annoying, but he had asked me many times before. And I (wisely) said -no - every time. But tonight was different. He had worn me down. I pretty much would have agreed to anything in order to be allowed to put some clothes on. So believe it or not, I said, -yes. - You should have seen the look in his eyes. He was genuinely shocked. He just couldn -(TM)t believe his luck! He was going to get to tie me up and tickle the shit out of me. It was a dream come true. As much as I was dreading it for myself, part of me was really happy for him that he would finally get to experience his own fantasy of tickling me. He led me into the bedroom and got out some terrycloth ties (from a couple of robes) and some belts and neck ties. He was totally improvising. But he was not going to pass up this opportunity. He had me lay down on the bed and he tightly secured me. First my wrists. Once he had my wrists tied, even before he did my ankles, he paused over me and just gave me the tiniest tickle on my armpit. I screamed! He smiled so big. -This is going to be amazing, - he said, grinning from ear to ear. He bound my ankles to the bedposts. After he tied each foot, he gave my sole a quick glide of his fingertip, sending me screaming and squirming at the slightest touch. By now, I was realizing that I had made some rookie mistakes. The main one being that I never made him agree to a time limit. I didn -(TM)t even think about it! I was like, -Okay. Tickle me! - without even considering some ground rules. So I said, -Okay. You can tickle me for three minutes. - He was like, -Hmmm. I don -(TM)t think so. It really doesn -(TM)t seem like you are in a very strong negotiating position. - I had to agree with that assessment. -So I think you -(TM)ll just get tickled until I -(TM)m done. I think that would be best. Don -(TM)t you agree? - I told him he was a cocksucker. Which he was, at least in that moment. But lesson learned. Bargaining time comes before you get tied naked spread-eagle to the bed. Not after. Okay. Well, now I know for next time. In this post, I -(TM)m not going to go into detail of how he tickled me. Really, if you want a play-by-play description of that, the -Stripped, Tied Up, and Tickled - story does a nice job. It -(TM)s not exactly how it happened that night, but it -(TM)s not too far off. But something that I did have in common with Kaylie from that story is how it ended. After enough time had gone by, I was literally begging for him to stop. Without relenting for a second, he said, -What will you give to stop? - -I -(TM)ll give you a blowjob. - -Just one? - -Okay, two! - I said, between my screams. -I -(TM)ll tell you what, - he said. -I -(TM)ll stop if you promise to blow me every day for the next month. I mean every day. - He really did love his blowjobs. And I didn -(TM)t mind doing it for him. So I said, -Okay! Okay! - -But you need to strip for me before you blow me. Each time. - I didn -(TM)t say anything. The tickling intensified. Finally -- -Okay! Okay! You win. Please stop!!! - And he did. He stopped. But he didn -(TM)t untie me. He told me that was not part of our agreement. He left me tied up on that bed for at least another hour while he teased my body in every single way. But he kept his word and didn -(TM)t tickle me. It was torture. But this time, it was the good kind of torture. Anyway, it was a month of nudity and blowjobs. You might think that it made me less shy of being naked in front of him. But it didn -(TM)t. Every time I had to strip for him, it was like it was the first time. Again, it -(TM)s not that I had low body image or anything like that. I was just shy and modest. And each time I would strip, my shyness would turn him on so much. So in that way, it was worth it. He was a good guy and we had some great times together. Many of which I think of quite often!