On Display: At Home by jen123jen© It was two weeks ago today that I had one of my most intense experiences yet. In the public library, no less! I had been feeling really frisky and daring and He figured that out. I think it was the midnight stroll around the whole outside of my house, naked, that I volunteered to do that first clued him in. (It was already pretty warm that week - it's since cooled off again.) Of course, that wasn't the end of it. Still feeling horny (He wouldn't let me cum), He had me plan a fun assignment for the next night (Wednesday of that week). First, when I got home from work, I had to put on a bikini (not my most revealing - just a plain old (a little too small, GRIN) bikini. Then I had to take the key to my handcuffs (he made me buy handcuffs, but that's another story) and put it in the car (parked in the driveway), behind the back seat's head rest by the window. Of course I had to lean all the way in, with my ass outside the car, legs stretching, for the neighbors - driving by and also just getting home from work, to see. That definitely got the juices flowing! Next, my house key was put on the roof. (I live in Arizona and have a flat-roofed house.) I had to get out the tall aluminum ladder, put it along the side of the house, and place the house key on top of the air conditioner, which is in the center/front of the roof. All of this done with my slightly too-small bikini. So: the key to the handcuffs was in the car. The key to the house was on the roof. The key to the car I was allowed to keep with me, on a string around my neck. I was then allowed to go inside, put on my dog collar and leash, strip naked and make myself dinner (mac and cheese). When dinner was done, I had to take the food in my dog bowl (yet another story), go into the backyard naked (7pm by this point, just after sunset), lock the house's back door handle lock from inside, then close the door. Yep, locked out, naked, collared and leashed. Next, the food put down on the patio, my hands behind my back, attaching the handcuffs. Wondering again why I do these things for him... then remembering as the cuffs clicked and my juices started flowing even more. I thoroughly enjoyed eating the mac and cheese from the bowl using just my face, his little slut puppy. Waiting as it got darker, wondering at what time I would feel safe/brave enough to go into the driveway, in full view of the neighborhood to get the key to the cuffs from the car...then onto the roof, still naked for the key to the house. Normally I don't play *too* much at the house - subtly, sure, but not this blatant. Still, I was feeling really wild, and was very much into it. Until, of course, I had an orgasm. He had (cruelly?) given me permission to cum as many times as I wanted - as long as I said, "Please let me cum!" ten times before cumming - and I had to scream it - even if I screamed it into the grass or my arm, I had to really let it rip. So the first orgasm came pretty quick. Probably by 7:30, I was in the middle of the backyard, laying face-down in the grass, arched so my cuffed hands could reach my clit, yelling, "Please let me cum," into the grass, praying no one could really hear me. I came so hard, lay there, and then it hit me. I was laying in the middle of my backyard on a Wednesday night at 7:30 with no way to get into my house until I got up on my roof, naked, to get the key. To do that, I'd have to go into the driveway, naked with my hands cuffed behind my back, leash and collar on, and open the car door, then crawl inside and get the key to the cuffs. For a few minutes my mind was reeling. What if the neighbors saw? How could I live here if someone did? I'd have to sell the house and move. What if someone called the cops? What if someone was out for a late walk, saw me like that, and raped me? Nothing to do though but lay there in the grass and wait. Eventually, worry was replaced with arousal, then I'd masturbate and beg to cum, yelling into the grass, the hammock pillow (that worked the best), even one time, around 11, yelling the tenth one right out loud and had the most intense orgasm of the night. Finally, sore from masturbating and a little bored, I crept out my side gate, onto the driveway. I figured it must have been around midnight, but it was actually only about 11:15 (I found out once I got inside). I snuck up the side of the house, looked around. No one, most of the neighbor's lights were off. I got the string and key off from around my neck by bending over at the waist and jiggling around until it fell over my head, picked it up off the ground, and got it ready in my hands behind my back. Figuring that someone sneaking around would cause anyone to look more than someone acting normally, I just stood up straight, strutted over to the car, turned around (facing the neighbors!) and fiddled until the key was in the lock. Turning it twice to open the back doors too, I moved to the back door on the driver's side, opened it, and got a shock - the dome light! Hurrying, naked and lit up, I scrambled into the car and contorted myself until I could get the key from the ledge behind the seat. God, how embarrassing! Very exposed! I wish I had remembered the dome light when I agreed to do this! Finally, I was able to sit down on the seat and work the key into the locks, releasing the handcuffs, yes, all while the light was on me. It's something to sit naked in the backseat of a car with the light lights on, trying to unlock your handcuffs! When I was free of them, I got out, locked the doors with the key (still in the lock), then walked quickly back to the back of the house. Around the back, to the other side, where I got to climb the ladder, ass and everything else on display, to get up on the roof, where I walked over to the key on the air conditioner. Talk about even more exposed! Once I had the key, I took the opportunity to lay down on the roof, looking up at the stars, and masturbate one more time, this time yelling into the crook of my arm ten times for Him before I let myself go over the edge. Then the quick climb back down the ladder, unlocking the back door, wondering the whole time who saw what. Then climbing into bed for a very restful night. Oops - I was going to write about going to the library wearing the short skirt, with the bells attached to the string attached to the clothespin attached to my pussy. Sorry, I guess that will have to wait until next time! On Display: At the Fair by jen123jen© I'm standing in line to use the porta-potty at the fair and I realize that I'm probably not going to make it. I'm going to pee in my pants right here in front of 50 other people. They're all going to see me. And I'm nearly having an orgasm waiting for it to happen. We like to play games. He tells me what to do, I do it and report back. He knows that I can't push myself far enough. I need him to make me do all the nasty things I dream about but can't force myself to do. What kind of woman makes sets herself up to pee in front of strangers? Not me - he makes me do it. Standing there, waiting in line, I'm still a little hopeful. I've picked a line right in the middle. There are four lines on one side of me, five lines on the other. I've got six people in front of me, and the woman inside is taking way too long. I'm cramping and shivering I have to go so badly. The first time was online. We were chatting away, me naked sitting in my chair, a clothes pin on each nipple, Saturday morning with the blinds open and people driving by on the street outside, me thinking that it's probably too dark in here for them to see me like this. I typed that I had to use the bathroom and I'd be right back. "No," he typed back as I was up and half way across the room to the bathroom. That stopped me. I sat back down. "Sir? May I please use the rest room?" "No." He went on to type something about his job, while I sat wondering what this latest adventure was going to bring. Had I mentioned to him about being controlled, even this basic human function? Probably in one of our late night chats I had confided about my fantasy to have every action controlled. He already controlled when (if) I had an orgasm, and where, and how. Rubbing my pussy against the door handle at the office late at night. The mouse at my desk at work during lunch hour, praying no one was still in their cube. Sweeping the garage with the large push broom, the end of the stick handle in my cunt. Things like that. The woman's done in the porta-potty finally, and we move a step closer. It's not quite dusk on a Saturday afternoon at the county fair, and the day's beer has finally gotten to people. Looking around, I see men and women, some of the men checking me out, getting stares and whispers from some of the women. I'm wearing a tight pair of white pants that the white thong shows pretty clearly through. I also have a tight white t-shirt, and a black bra. Entirely appropriate - people wear clothes like this all the time, right? Maybe at the clubs, but certainly not at the fair on a Saturday night when the band is a has-been country act going on in a few hours. No, everyone else is wearing cowboy boots, hats, jeans. I'm in sandals and this mildly slutty outfit. Not to mention the medium-heavy chain tight around my pants that I'm using as a belt. Or the combination lock in front, locking the ends together. I don't think they can see the piece of paper with the combination on it - it's in the thong pressed against my cunt. If I get to the porta-potty in time, I'll be able to wiggle my fingers down there, hopefully, and fish it out in time to undo the combination lock, pull down my pants and thong and pee. If, that is, it's not too dark in the porta- potty. He plans things well. If I can't see to read the numbers, I'm in the same place as if I don't get there in time - walking all the way back through the fair, through the parking lot, with wet smelly pants for everyone to see. Sitting at the computer that day, I ended up begging and pleading for him to let me go. He was so happy - he knew that he had yet another part of me he got to control. Eventually, I went. That day I got to just crawl to the toilet and go. The next time I almost lost it when he told me to go sit on the toilet and wait for the instant message chime before I went. I sat there crying, straining to hear the sound. Do you know how hard it is to hold it when you're sitting right there, right where you've always gone, but have to hold it? But oh, the satisfaction of following his orders when I started gushing less than a second after hearing the sound. He had complete control over me. Another person leaves, and I move up one. Lots of young men around me now, trying hard to be subtle and check out my thong panty lines. I love the attention and I'm dying to pee - what a delicious combination. If I don't make it soon, I know I'm going to lose it. I've never done this before - be so obvious. At least he's set it up so it can look like an accident. Good thing they didn't see me chugging the 2-liter bottle of diet coke an hour ago in the car, or the two extra large-lemonades I've had since then, all at his order. Hardly an accident. He had me buy the chain and the lock two weeks ago. I had to transfer the combination to a small piece of paper and he specifically told me not to memorize it. It didn't help that it has been so long ago now. Besides, I've never been great with numbers. I wonder how long it will take me to fish the paper out of my tight pants while standing in the porta-potty, and how long it'll take me to dial the combination to unlock the lock. It would be horrible to make it all that way and still lose it. This is exactly what I want, the element of surprise. Had he told me to go and just pee in front of people, lose control and let it go at the fair, I couldn't have done it. Well, actually, if he had ordered it, I probably would have. This has so much more flair though. Will I make it? Will the women in front of me take a long time, or a little? There is an element of chance to this, which makes it even more wonderful. I love it when he takes complete control of me this way. On some Fridays, we'll instant message from work, and I'll have to ask his permission to go to the ladies room. Sometimes he'll make me go every fifteen minutes, prompting some interesting looks from the others (though it's pretty quiet on Fridays). Other times I'm practically in tears begging him to let me go. One Friday afternoon, when most everyone had already left (but still a few of my co-workers were around), I traded my bra for permission to pee - the only problem being that I was wearing a pretty thin white blouse, and it was very obvious that I wasn't wearing a bra... I walked around with my arms folded across my breasts, hoping no one would notice. Even though I'm almost there, I can't help it anymore. It no longer matters that there are now only three people in front of me, or that there are men and women all around me. I know I have to let go. Just a little, I thought, and out it came. Only once it started, there was no shutting it off. My pee quickly soaked my thin thong and pants, turning them a pale yellow right there in front of everyone. Then, saturated, the fabric no longer could keep up with the flow, and it actually squirted out a little before landing on the pant leg and staining that. "Look, she's peeing her pants," someone whispered, and everyone turned and looked at me. It was no longer erotic, this little game we played, and I covered my face with my hands as I stood there, rooted in place, while I emptied my overstuffed bladder. My pants were completely soaked, all the way down to my sandals on one leg where it had at first squirted, then eventually gushed down my leg. I couldn't move, and around me I heard everything from concern to scorn and laughter. Finally, it was all out. I looked up, beet red, at the faces around me, then started walking quickly back to the car. The tiny piece of paper with the combination on it was soaked too, and probably can't be read anyway, at this point. I hustled back to my car, enduring the stares of people, hearing things like, "Looks like someone had a little accident," and "Did you see that - she peed her pants!" I finally made it back to my car. By then, the embarrassment was at an all-time high for me, and I marveled at how much he knew me. He knew I needed this right now. Sometimes I crave pain, sometimes I need to tie myself securely with a very dull knife stationed in a far corner of the house or - better - back yard where I would have to lay, hogtied, slowly sawing away at the ropes. This day I needed to be put in my place, to be pointed at, laughed at, scorned, all for him. Driving home I sat on a blanket in the car, rubbing myself fiercely through the soaked pants, the clothes pin that he had had me bring along attached to my tongue, forcing it out of my mouth for the whole drive, drawing a few looks at stop lights. It's not every day you see a pretty woman in a car, rubbing her crotch, a dazed look in her eyes, with a clothes pin attached to her tongue, sipping water from a convenience store's extra-large drink. I wasn't allowed to cum until I peed yet again, were his orders. Back home in the driveway, running from the car to the house so the neighbors wouldn't see. The large drink finished, and having to pee already again. To the desk drawer where a copy of the combination was, then out into the back yard in the fading dusk, still light enough - barely - to read the numbers as I undid the combination lock and slowly stripped off my still-wet pants, thong, and the bra and t-shirt. Down on all fours, crawling like a good slut to the back fence, the water ready to come out, the clothes pin on my tongue. I lay on my back, the scooted up against the fence, my head and shoulders supporting my weight with my bare ass up over my head, my cunt right in front of my face. I started to masturbate, slowly at first then frantically as I felt the orgasm - and the need to pee again - build. Finally, in a rush, just like he ordered, I let the pee loose again, it splashing, hot, all over my boobs and face, a little getting into my mouth, past the clothes pin on my tongue, as my fingers flicked my clit and I came, a slut in her backyard, another assignment well done. On Display: In the Desert by jen123jen© Frankly, I don't know why I do it. The risk is great - to my physical body, to my job, everything. What would my boss think? My parents? Hell, what would anyone think? I'm standing in the middle of the desert, about a mile off the dirt road, which I drove down for three miles from the highway, hoping my little car was going to be okay the whole time. Then, hiking the mile, working my nerve up the whole time. It's spring, about 75 degrees, and going to be a beautiful, sunny Arizona day. I'm about to follow his orders - again. Deeper into this; every time, I go deeper down this road of kinkiness, risk, danger, excitement. I'm dripping wet and, if I were allowed to touch myself, could have a huge orgasm in a matter of seconds. I'm not allowed - yet. It started out slowly. At first, the assignments from him were easy, though still exciting: "Don't wear panties to work today." "Don't wear panties again - and wear the shortest skirt you own." Hey, on casual Friday, why not? Hardly anyone's in the office, a little excitement... "Ask a friend - male or female - to go see a movie. Don't wear a bra or panties. Wear a button up sweater or a light jacket. Go to a movie theater off the beaten track, or go at a time not many people will be there. Once the trailers start, excuse yourself. Go to the restroom. Unbutton the sweater or jacket. Unbutton your blouse. Go buy popcorn. Lean over the counter to choose which candy you want. Give the boy a show. Don't leave until you know he's seen your nipples." Okay, that was harder. I did it, blushing the whole time. He saw both nipples. I bought the popcorn and candy and practically ran to the restroom and masturbated standing up in a stall. I find the largest tree around - still pretty small, I know, but easily identifiable. It's by a big boulder, near the so-called trail I've been following. At the base of the tree, I tie the string with the car key. I now head back to the car. Next time I'm here I'll still have on the collar and leash I'm wearing now, but not much else. What else has he made me do? This little hike, all worked up already, gives me way too much time to think. Wilder: "Go buy a plain white t-shirt in the petite department of a store. It should be at least two sizes smaller than what you normally wear. Wear it and tight jeans grocery shopping - you can go somewhere far from home, if you must. No bra. Buy a full cart full of groceries. Go Friday night after work near the beginning of the month when everyone is shopping." The stares I got that night. Glares from women. Drooling stares from men. Me - normally shy, showing off. Embarrassed. Humiliated somewhat. Loving it. My nipples were rock hard and I was virtually topless, and surprised I didn't get arrested. "Shave your pubic hair. Keep it smooth by shaving every few days." Then, "Let it grow in over five or so days, until it starts to itch. Wait an extra day. Then shave and start over." He is devilish. "Sunbathe nude in your backyard" No problem - early spring, my white skin needs sun, my backyard moderately private unless someone looked over the fence or I was in the wrong place in the yard. But... "Using SPF 35 sunscreen and a q-tip, write ‘Slut' directly above your cunt." Standing in front of the bedroom mirror, naked, shaved, with sunscreen and q-tip in hand. Hand shaking. What about going to the gym? What if I go on a date? Get in a car accident? Writing it, then laying face-up in the sun for two hours at noon. Skin all pink. Repeating on Sunday. If I sunbathed naked, I redrew the word. It lasted all the following winter - glaring out from my otherwise very tan skin. Showering at the gym was an exercise in timing - waiting for others to leave before I showered or went in the sauna. Then, "Take a weekend trip to San Diego. Go to the nude beach. Strip naked and enjoy the day (apply sunscreen ‘slut' before leaving hotel room). Be sure to walk up the beach at least a mile, then back, past your towel, and the other direction a mile, at least three times. Know that everyone can tell that you're my slut." I did them all gladly. The orgasms I had! When he let me, that is. I had to send detailed reports of my efforts, my experiences. He'd read them, then pick them apart, Instant Message me questioning every detail to see if I'd slip up, to prove to him that I'd actually done the things he'd ordered me to. Then he'd let me have an orgasm, but always somehow - or somewhere - that made it amazing. Naked in the dressing room at the department store, naked at 11AM during the biggest sale of the year. Fucking my cunt (he makes me call it that) with a banana while sitting in a (nearly) deserted movie theater watching the latest Star Wars - then eating the banana. Skirt hiked up in the car, blouse unbuttoned, on the way home from work, stuck in traffic on the freeway. Yes, people saw. Yes, they honked. Yes, I want more. Today, if someone sees me, they're going to know I'm not a nature lover just wanting to strip down and enjoy the day. Now it's black - sometimes red - Sharpie permanent markers. Thick tips. Standing in front of the bedroom mirror, figuring out how to write backwards. "Slut" Big - three inch big letters is what he said, right on my stomach, in red marker. I know from last time they take two days to wear off - if I'm scrubbing my skin red every time I take a shower. "Whore" and "Cum lover" on my legs in huge letters. "Sex slave" - on the small of my back. "Spank me" on my ass cheeks. I'm back at the car - still no one around. This is a generally unused area, I know - except for mountain bikers and rock climbers. It's taken me about 30 minutes to walk to the tree, another 30 back. Now it's 7:00AM. People will start showing up soon. Early risers mostly - the majority won't be here for at least a few hours. Taking off my sundress and throwing it in the backseat. Changing shoes - he told me I could wear shoes, but what a joke - high heels. SLOW, in the desert sand/dirt. The magic marker obvious on my again winter-white skin in the morning light. The leash stays on, attached to the thick leather dog collar. I wonder idly if it will leave a rather unique tan line. No worries - it's locked on and the key is buried in the back yard at home. I lock the car door and stand next to the car, attach the clothes pins, one to each nipple. I slam the car door and slowly, on the high heels, head back to the car key at the base of the tree, carrying a wind-up egg timer, a bandana, a small bottle of water, and a canister of mace, "Just in case," he wrote. The leash swings between my swinging breasts, and the chain rubs against my clit as I walk. I'm not allowed to cum until later today. It's slow going in the heels. I'm dripping wet and wishing I could just stop and cum, then get back in the car and go home. But he'd know. I'd have to tell him. He wouldn't punish me - at least, not in the spanking and stuff - he'd know that ordering me to slap my ass 50 times with a hairbrush would just turn me on anyway. No, his punishment is harsh: no communication. That happened once. No matter how many emails I sent, begging, pleading, offering to do the wildest, riskiest things, he wouldn't answer until he knew I learned my lesson. I've learned! No, I'll keep walking, every sense straining to hear the approach of hikers, or mountain bikers (they're quiet and can sneak up on you!). I do have permission to hide - wherever I can, in this desert area, if I must. But I won't, I know. Half the fun is the risk of being seen. Another 1/4 is the planning, the dreaming before and reliving after. The other 1/4 is actually being seen, the gasp from the person, the look of scorn from women, being called a slut or hussy from them, or the drool, the lust in the mens' eyes, the blush that starts at my face and quickly centers in my cunt - I've almost cum just from being caught. I still try to avoid it - I'm not stupid. But the excitement is just delicious. The clothes pins hurt. The first time was the worst. "Strip now." (Noon on Saturday) "Go to your clothes line and get two clothes pins. Come back to the computer." I had replied that that is the part of the yard where I could be seen from two different neighbors. His reply. "Go now. Walk slowly." Walking slowly to the backyard, praying that the neighbors aren't out in their backyards. Getting the two clothes pins. Back at the computer, putting them on. Then walking slowly to get two more, then back again, him pushing my buttons, knowing the risk of neighbors seeing me naked, then with clothes pins decorating my nipples. From there, wearing them under my loose blouse grocery shopping. Wearing them under the tight t-shirt to the movies, or out for a walk at sunset. Then ordered to wear them outside the shirt, pinching my nipples, while filling up the car with gas, going inside to pay, cringing at the security cameras and the late night cashier staring, his eyes almost bugging out. I get to the tree with the key. I have to wind up the egg timer to 15 minutes and place it on top of rock a ways away, which I do. Then back to the tree and tie the leash to it, getting down on all fours like a good slut puppy. A drink of water to finish the bottle, then setting it aside... and the final touch, the bandana as a blindfold. There I wait, legs spread, my cunt juices dripping down my thighs I'm so wet, wearing high heels, a dog collar and leash, and a blindfold, with magic marker all over my naked body, waiting for someone to discover me and going out of my mind with excitement. The fifteen minutes drag by. Is the timer broken? Is that someone coming? What if it is? No, it's no one. Half hoping someone comes along, half dreading that. How to explain what I'm doing? I relive buying the dog collar and leash while tied there to the tree, his slut puppy. I had to get dressed up in a little black cocktail dress, complete with high heels, thigh highs, no bra. I spent an hour just on my hair and makeup - he had written that I was to make myself look stunning, as if going out to the fanciest restaurant in town. I knew something was up in that it was only 1:00 in the afternoon on a Saturday. When I was done, I was to check my email. My assignment: go to the large pet store in the stip mall. Look for a nice leather dog collar for myself. Try on at least ten collars, right there in the store. After picking one out, leave it on to try on at least five leashes, connecting them to the collar around my neck. Select one. Remove the leash and collar and take them to the most talkative seeming checkout clerk, who I knew would ask what kind of dog I had, which she did. I replied, blushing deep red in my fancy, completely inappropriate outfit for a Saturday afternoon, "Oh, these are for me." Of course, she didn't get it. "No, I mean, what kind of dog?" Two people in line behind me, an older man and a younger man, both wide-eyed looking at me. "No, really, they're for me to wear, not for a dog. I guess I'm the dog." I was rewarded by coming home and checking my email, where I was told to go out in the backyard wearing the new collar and leash, get down on all fours in my fancy clothes, in the middle of the yard, and masturbate. I was allowed to cum while barking like a dog, wondering what the neighbors could see, wondering what if they could hear me barking, wondering if they thought it was a dog or could tell it was me barking while cumming. It's almost impossible to keep from touching myself, but I keep my hands away from my cunt and nipples, as one touch would send me over the edge. Finally the timer goes off, such a foreign sound out here, and so loud. I tear off the blindfold, stand up and get over to it as quickly as I can, shutting it off. Anyone within a mile would have easily heard that. Grabbing my key, I headed back. I'm to head back to town and a self-serve car wash, where I'll be allowed to cum - after washing the car, and myself. The walk back to the car was uneventful, thank goodness, but very exciting, now that it was the time for more people to be using the trails. Once in the car, I put on the clothes for the return trip: an extra-large white t-shirt with "I swallow" written in red marker on it by me the other day, and I keep the heels on. The t-shirt hides the words on my chest, and it does come down to barely cover my cunt, but it leaves the lettering on my legs exposed, and "I swallow" isn't much better than what else I have written on me. Still, it's safer while driving, and it's what he ordered. Just as I finish pulling the shirt on, an SUV approaches, down the so-called road to the parking area. As I drive away, four men look down on my car as I pass, probably seeing my cunt peeking out from beneath the shirt, the words "Whore" and "Cum lover" big enough for them to read . Had I taken another five minutes along the trail... On Display: Slut at the Library by jen123jen© Hi again, it's Jen, back after a while. I recently had a really fun time I wanted to write about, and I'm going to try to get through this quickly, without playing with myself too many times! Several Saturdays ago here in Phoenix was really windy, warm but not hot yet (thank goodness!). My boyfriend of a couple years was out of town again (he travels for business) and I was left on my own... not a good thing for me! I've always really gotten turned on by exhibitionism, especially forced stuff (see my other stories about what I've been "made" to do). But with the boyfriend out of town, I didn't have anyone to get me to do the things I crave, so I had to come up with my own ideas. This one came in part from a story I read a while back, combined with one of my favorite places for playing here in Phoenix, the big public library. It's right in downtown Phoenix, and it's a big, relatively new building of glass and concrete. Lots of windows (grin). I had Saturday off and I knew I was going to want to play, so starting last Wednesday I played with myself every morning and every night, but without letting myself have an orgasm. This was especially tough for me as I'm very easily turned on thinking about things to do to be exposed in public, or humiliated in some way, and that's what I was doing - planning my Saturday, thinking about all the things I wanted to make myself do. So by Friday afternoon at work (wearing a short skirt with no panties, just to continue to turn myself on), I was pretty high strung. My hand went right to my pussy once I got into my car in the parking lot, and I almost went over the edge, especially thinking about who might be looking down on me from the tall office building, but I made myself stop, breathing hard, and wait. A reminder about me for those who haven't read about my other adventures. I'm in my early 30's, 5'7", about 130 pounds or so, with decent size boobs-C cup). Most people call me "cute" and I guess I have a girl-next-door look about me, though with my short black (dyed) hair, I think I look a little tougher than the girl next door! I work out a few times a week and I'm pretty fit, especially since I've been getting into even better shape by working out more the past few weeks. Anyway, Saturday dawned and I was "hot to trot!" I played with myself a little before getting out of bed and getting breakfast - nude, of course. I usually leave the blinds on the windows facing the street slightly open before I go to bed, so in the morning as I wander around, I always wonder if someone can see me. Especially the religious people who tend to come knock on my door on Saturday (maybe they're on to me!). In fact, a few weeks ago I was in the shower and heard a knock at the door. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I just kept showering. Then I heard a more insistent knock, so I thought it might be someone I knew. I hopped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to hold in front of me and opened the door a bit. It was two young men from a religious group who frequent my part of town. I told them I wasn't really interested and that I was in the shower, all while their eyes were wide (and I wasn't even showing anything!). They wanted to leave me some reading material, so I opened the door more, grabbed the towel with just one hand, and reached for it. I was really careful not to show anything (I think they were hoping!), but just took it and thanked them. The one turned around, and as soon as he did, I dropped the towel to my side, smiled and closed the door. The other guy was blushing like crazy! That didn't turn me on that much though. It was fun, but it would have been better had my boyfriend been over... then he might have yelled, "Don't let your hair drip on the carpet!" and I would have had to apologize and slowly wrap my towel around my hair, standing there naked. See, I like the idea of having to do something naughty, being forced to, not just choosing to flash some poor guy! Anyway, back to Saturday. It was windy in the morning, so I knew what I wanted to do. First though, I sat outside in my backyard, naked again, to get warmed up (both in the sunshine and also "down below"). Normally this isn't a big deal, but on the weekends, everyone is out. My next door neighbor is redoing his house, so he's frequently up on the ladder fixing things, and could easily see into most of the yard. My other neighbor has a yard service come on Saturday mornings, and they could easily have seen through the gaps in our fence. But I took my toast outside and sat in a chair, legs wide, drinking in the sunshine. No one was out - that I knew of at least, but it definitely got me going a little, especially when I crawled into the middle of the backyard on my hands and knees and peed like the little bitch that I am, squatting like a dog. After crawling back inside, I got up and took care of business. I showered, shaving my pussy of what little stubble I had from a few days before, dried off, and set out my clothes. I chose a frilly sun dress that comes down to just above my knees, cute sandals, and nothing else. Before getting dressed, I went to my full length mirror with my pencil and my big thick permanent magic marker. Using the pencil, I sketched out (in reverse so everyone could see it): SLUT on my pussy, just above my lips and WHORE on my stomach above my belly button. (Both had nice thick letters, and WHORE took up my whole stomach, though SLUT had to be smaller due to the smaller space - still, it was very visible!) I'm getting pretty good at making it look good, as I do this a lot for fun. It makes me feel so dirty to having writing on me! Then I traced the pencil lettering with the marker, knowing it would be on there for at least a few days, even if I tried to scrub it off! Finally, it was time to load up my small purse, gather up the library books (I had a big stack), and decide if I was really ready to do this, especially to do it to myself! I had decided that I could only have an orgasm under certain conditions: 1. That I was completely naked. 2. My dress was at least five feet away from me. 3. I was in a public place. I had a plan and it both thrilled me, ashamed me, and terrified me - perfect! I grabbed my keys and a spatula (you'll understand later) went outside, holding down my dress, unlocked the door, then went back inside for the books. I ran out to the car but still my dress blew up, and with the books there was no way to hold it down, as the stack took up both hands! I don't like to be too blatant around the house, in case neighbors see, but this was okay, and a good warm up. I knew that there was no way I would be able to hold the dress down in the heavy wind on the way to the library, and it made me blush and gush! The drive there was uneventful, as I was "saving myself" for what was to come. I had planned to dare myself to park the car a long ways from the entrance, but when I got to the library, it was already busy and there were no parking spaces close by, so I couldn't wimp out! At our library, there's a front entrance close to the street, where few people go, and the back entrance that everyone uses. I knew that I didn't dare to use the busy entrance on my own, no matter how naughty I was feeling, so I parked near the street entrance and got ready. I stepped out into the breeze and felt it lift my dress, just standing by the car. There was no one around, except at the bus stop about 50 feet away, and they were all facing the other direction. So before I got my books out, I stood by the open door, got my spatula from the front seat, lifted my dress (facing the rest of the parking lot, leaning against the car) and spanked my bare ass, as hard as I could make myself, first five times on each cheek, then ten, finally a total of twenty. I did it until my ass was bright red and on fire. Breathing hard, I threw the spatula on the seat, grabbed my purse, then the big stack of books with both hands (all the while leaning into the car with my skirt still partway up and ass half on display), then swung the door shut with my hip and started walking. I didn't even get two steps away from the car when the wind gusted and lifted my dress up in back. Knowing I was on display to anyone looking out the windows of the library, or driving by on the road, or at the bus stop made me so wet. I didn't look over at the bus stop - I was both afraid of and turned on by the possibility of people watching me. I pretended not to notice that time, but a few steps later it blew up both the front and back, the wind was so strong. I paused and tried to lower my elbows down around my side to try to keep the dress down. That helped make it go back down but it was still whipping around, blowing up a little, and I couldn't walk like that and not drop the books. So I took a few more steps, the dress blew up, I stopped and tried to hold it down, and repeated that all the way to the front door. I was so wet that I felt it on the insides of my thighs - I was actually leaking! No one hooted or hollered, but I expect several people saw as they drove by on the street. Inside, I was safe from the wind... but not from myself. Pretty self conscious (since I go to that library a lot), I dropped my books off in the book return and tried to decide what was next. I knew that I had to get to the fifth floor, and the choice was to take the stairs and have people be able to see up my dress, or to take the glass elevator that overlooks the lobby area and have people see me that way! I decided... both! I slowly walked up the stairs to the second level, and was red as I heard a teenager below me say, "Oh God!" as I walked past him and he turned around to see me. I know he must have seen up the back of the sundress. When I got to the second level, I waited for the elevator, then when it came I stepped to the very back, facing the glass and out of it the lobby, and, since no one seemed to be looking right at me, raised my dress up above my boobs and then quickly back down. Knowing that people could have seen not only my boobs and shaved pussy, but also the WHORE and SLUT written on me had me almost cumming right there. I resisted the desire to touch myself - I would have cum right there in the elevator, and instead stepped out of the elevator a few seconds later when it got to the fifth floor. One down, four to go. I had decided to do a full frontal flash at least five times before ending my plan and letting myself masturbate according to the rules I had decided on earlier. Before I would allow myself to carry out those rules, though, I had decided I would flash my entire front by lifting my dress up above my boobs at least four times in the library. One was done - the elevator. Three more to go. I wondered if I could get so turned on that I could orgasm without touching myself! Next was to the far end of the fifth floor. I faced the parking lot where there was a lot of activity and full-length glass windows. They were tinted, so this wasn't very risky - not too many people would be able to clearly see inside, I didn't think. What was risky was anyone behind me glancing my way while my dress was raised up. Even though I was just doing my front, I knew that my ass would be exposed briefly while I lifted the whole dress up in front. With a quick glance over my shoulder, up the dress came... a count of three then down again. I quickly walked towards the book stacks, just in case someone had seen me (safety first). Two more to do. I wondered the stacks for a while, blending in and getting the courage up for another flash. Being so turned on, I decided that the last two should be more daring, riskier, dirtier. So I took two clothes pins out of my purse, stood against the far wall of the stacks and faced the main part of the library. I could see a row of workstations (long tables with little screens), an open area, and then stacks on the other side of the floor. People were walking by the end of my long row of stacks - about 35 feet away, but most not looking down my row. There was a person about every 20 seconds or so - not too busy, but still, this would be risky. Taking a deep breath, I raised my dress up and held the material bunched in my teeth, completely exposing myself as I quickly put the clothes pins on - one on each nipple. I love it - it hurts so good! Still practically naked, I quickly slid two fingers right up inside of me - I was so wet that I almost came again, right there. But it wasn't time yet, so I slid my fingers back out, and stuck them quickly in my mouth to clean my juices off them as I let my dress slide back down me. By this point I was literally trembling I was so turned on, scared, and wired. I love the thrill of possibly getting caught. I've never been one to love just flashing myself to people - that seems too easy. I've done it, and it's a turn on, but it's not nearly the rush of doing something really naughty when someone could just stumble upon me doing it. That said, I wanted to try something fun. I found a young guy, maybe in his early twenties, reading off to one side of the long study tables. The clothes pins were starting to hurt, and the idea I had would be great to get them off. I knew the outline of them could be seen a little through the thin material of my dress, but probably no one would figure out what they were (unless they were kinky like me!). I grabbed a book at random (an art book, as it turned out) and went up to near where he was sitting. He looked up and I gave him a little smile. Standing there, with him still looking (I think), I pulled the chair, out, flipped my dress up in back and sat down on the cold chair, letting out a little exclamation as my bare rear touched the cold chair. Looking over at him, I smiled again and said, "Brr!" "I'm sorry, I just have to get these things off." With that I reached into the sleeve of my dress on his side (not showing anything) and unclipped the one clothes pin. It caused that pain that comes when it's removed, and I gave a little "Ouch." Then I reached into the other sleeve and unclipped that one too. I put them both down on the table and sighed. "That's so much better!" He eyes were wide and he was practically drooling, and the only thing I'd really shown him was a very brief (if any) flash of my butt sitting down. And, of course, that I was a completely kinky slut wearing clothes pins on my nipples! Standing up, I said, "Gotta run!" and walked away. So much for him studying the rest of the day! Finally, I was ready for my last flash. Almost not caring at this point, I was in the rows of books and just turned around, already raising my dress up, and flashed the middle common area - without looking. There were people around but frankly I didn't care if they saw me. Now I could go finish my grand finale, and let myself cum! I headed towards the bathrooms and sat down on a chair at a desk where I could see the entrance to the men's room. For a few extra kicks, I lifted the back of my dress up again and sat down on the cold plastic on my bare ass. I loved playing the slut and being so naughty! I waited nearly ten minutes, barely able to sit still, the blood still pounding through me, still completely turned on. I saw two men go in and come back out pretty quickly - men have it so easy. My big concern was making sure the men's room was empty... and it looked like it was, unless someone was really taking there time in there. Looking around to make sure no one could see (like it really mattered any more!) I strode purposefully towards the women's room entrance... then veered off course right into the men's room. Now my heart was really pounding. There were three stalls - just like the women's. I went to the first one, stood in front of the door, took a deep breath and went in. I closed it, locked it, hung my purse on the hook on the back of the door, then stood there a second, working up my nerve. It was now or never. I was so horny I knew I'd go through with it. So, taking my time, I slowly stripped the dress of me, letting slither down my body and drop to the floor, which wasn't nearly as dirty as I thought. (Note to self - have to find a dirtier place than the library for next time - someplace they haven't mopped in a few days!). So I stood there, in the men's room in a stall right next to the urinals, naked, with the words written on me, my shaved pussy nearly dripping, my nipples rock hard. I opened my purse, took out two clothes pins, then hung my dress up on the hook. I pinched my already hard nipples a few times to make them even bigger, then clamped each one with a clothes pin sticking straight down. For what was next, I knew I couldn't have them poking straight out. I was about to start the next task when I heard someone coming in. I quickly sat down on the stool and pulled my feet up - no sense trying to explain my sandals to someone! He peed using the urinal farthest from me as I breathed as quietly as I could sitting there naked, clamped and turned on. Finally he left (didn't flush or wash his hands) and I was ready for the next step. From the stool, I got down on my knees on the floor, then flattened myself down all the way, contorting myself so my feet were actually sticking out toward the urinals and I was laying fully flat, my nipples and the clothes pins pressing into the bathroom floor, my face inches from it. Now I noticed it wasn't quite as clean as I had thought, but still not nearly as dirty as I had hoped it would be. But still, the shame and humiliation welled up in me and I almost stopped myself right there, but then it moved down and I almost had an orgasm, thinking about being caught like that. Then I started to crawl. Not quickly. Slowly, making it last, I crawled under the divider between the stalls, into the next stall, leaving behind my purse and dress, my nipples hard and cold against the concrete floor, my belly pressed into it, my pussy too, my knees probably getting bruised, ears straining to hear anyone coming in. Through the second stall, under the divider for the third, resisting the impulse to just reach between my legs and cum. Finally, into the third stall, twisting around to stand up, naked, about five feet from my clothes and safety. Trembling, knowing I could now finally let myself have my reward and cum, but wanting more, more, more of the feeling, so opening the door and walking into the men's room, turning towards the door and praying someone would walk in and catch me, the slut that I truly am. When no one showed, I turned back into the stall, leaving the door unlocked, and sat down on the toilet, spread my legs, reached out with one hand to hold the door open, then reached down with my other and touched my clit, pinched it, nothing gentle about this, and came. I had the most intense orgasm I've ever had - I nearly blacked out. It kept rolling through me and I kept spasming. It was absolutely incredible. As I "came down," I realized what I had done and where I was, and it really hit me how risky it was (that always happens after I cum and realize what I've done... but even that is a great feeling on lonely nights, teasing myself with the timer set, not allowing myself to cum until the half hour, or hour, or two hours are up! I closed the door to the stall and contemplated my situation. There were two ways to get the dress and purse - over or under. Climbing over the stalls looked a little scary, so under it was! Leaving the clothes pins on my nipples, I got back down on the ground and crawled, quicker this time, back to my stall, now really terrified that someone would come in and catch me. Thinking about that, and the crawling, just got me going though, and before I got all the way to the stall (actually, my head was in my stall and my feet were in the third stall), I gave in and reached down and, laying face down, my head tilted towards the bowl, cheek on the floor where I'm sure men had dribbled, snaked my hand down under my body, between my legs, and fingered myself right there, cumming again after about 30 seconds. My legs were jello as I finally scooted my way into the stall and stood, slipping my dress back on. I knew I smelled of my own cum, but that was okay. I took off the clothes pins as I put my dress on, which brought that delicious pain of the blood coming back into them. Then, not hearing anyone, I grabbed my purse, opened the stall door, and walked out. No one saw me leave, and I walked straight to the door, back out to the car (holding my dress down in the wind - now I was suddenly shy again!). But on the way home, I started planning again. Next time, I would find somewhere with dirtier bathrooms. Probably not a rest stop - again, I'm not into getting raped or anything. But maybe a no-name fast food place, or a gas station with a few stalls... Or maybe the library again, but leave my dress in the women's bathroom, then sneak out and around the dividing wall into the men's room for my fun! Or maybe a men's room at a movie theater, right before a summer blockbuster is about to get out... having to sit in a stall naked and masturbating while men came and went, and waited in line to use my stall, not being able to leave until the movie rush had cleared out... maybe next time!