My next stripping led directly I think to the three must unhappiest years of my life. I will return to this period at some future time I think because there are a few, quite a few tales to tell from that period but I’m not sure if I want to bear my soul that much.
I’d met this guy ironically whilst he was visiting his sister in hospital. He was pleasant enough. By the end of the week of his sister’s stay he’d got my phone number I/we planned to meet. The first few dates where brilliant and I felt that he perhaps was the one. My 21st birthday was coming up and he asked if we could celebrate it together alone. I was not sure about this because I wanted to celebrate it with my family.
Any way cutting long story short it was decided that I would celebrate my actual birth date with the family and go out with him the day before the Saturday, he was invited to the family do too. My friends had planned a birthday do for the following Wednesday because it was the last working day of our current allocation before we took our hospital exams. The hospital exams was a mock exam of the state finals but you had to pass it to get your hospital badge with your state badge.
I arrived home from work that evening planning to see him around six o’clock. I’d just stepped into my room when my three housemates entered and before I knew it set about be. My cape and shoes and hat where off in a twice. I woke up to what was going on and asked, “What have I done”” “Nothing we just fancy stripping some one and that some one is you” my friend said. Well I did feel much like being stripped at that moment as much as I like it. I was in desperate need of the toilet and I wanted to get showered and changed. So I set of to struggle which had the counter affect since they thought this meant I was interested in being stripped.
The ensuing fight lasted a good ten minutes I was going easy, It provided all of us with our exercise for the day. I was soon minus my dress but it took them ages to get my tights. But once these where got they had more hands than me to attack to places at once where I could really only defend one. So I conceded my bra in the hopes that I could keep my knickers long enough that they might give up and leave me alone.
All this activity made me get very wet. I love being stripped.
Eventually I was naked.
“Now what shall we do with her” one of my flat mates said. “I know just the thing”” my closest friend said and disappeared out of the room. The other two kept me quite well pinned. I was laying absolutely naked on my back arms out stretched pinned to the floor so everything was on show.
My friend returned and I immediately screamed for mercy. “NO, NO” I squealed through laughs and violent shaking attempts to get free. “Tell me as Bob seen you naked yet” “NO, NO you can’t” I said. “Well answer or I will” “As he seen you naked yet”. “NO!” I said, “Well he is now” “NO I mean he really hasn’t seen me naked yet” I said. “Oh dear well then we’ll have to rectify that too” my friend said. “No, whatever I’ve done I’ll apologise” I said. “You’ve done nothing call this a free gift”.
During the conversation she had been preparing things. Now she took the brush and wet it and used that to soak my pubic hair and surrounding area. She then lathered the brush and proceeded to apply the soap to my bush. Before long I was ready. I’d tried to arch my back to get away but all I really succeed in doing was delaying the inevitable by a few seconds. A trained nurse especially a A&E nurse can shave clean in. Well it was all over before I could even start the timer.
I figured that now they’d leave me alone with a story to tell Bob if he got more frisky then usual. He was very frisky but I’d put him off. The girls now dragged me up onto my bed. I was still not bothered but when my friend produced strips of webbing I really started to kick and plead.
I knew what she had in mind. My hands where no problem even with my kicking and trying to reach to bite her. My hands where tied each to the corner of the bed at the foot end. Now having three pairs of hands to deal with each ankle it didn’t take long for them to secure my ankles.
So there I was. Stark naked bound to my bed the wrong way up in many ways. My shaven pubic area and breast upper most on show. My bedroom door open and my friend coming towards me with a gag. My nose pinched I held out as long as I could but I had to breath and this allowed the fitting of the cloth gag. There I was left with the door fully open.
Time went by and being tied feet to head board I could see my clock. Five o’clock came and went, then five-thirty, then ten to six and the door bell rang.
“I Bobby she’s up stairs finishing off she said to go straight up.” My friend said to Bobby. I heard him on the stairs and I could not help but look in terror at my open door. My stomach all queasy. The pressure that had been on my bladder now hit torrential bursting point. Bob appeared flowers in hand, chocolate in hand and the broadest smile on his face which just melted away for a few seconds to be replaced with bog-eyed surprise when I noticed where his eyes where straying.
“I never knew you where into BDSM” he said. “I love it”.
I screamed at him through my gag but he just stood there looking at my nakedness. He eventually turned closed the door and did something which just blow my mind. Only then when I had been repeatedly violated by him and sent exploding around the world more time than you’ve had hot diners did he release me and we just cuddled up.
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