I trained as a midwife in South East Scotland in the early 1980s. Twelve of us started together and after 10 weeks in school we where sent to our first wards. We where working in a women’s hospital which provided services other than maternity services. It no longer exist being pulled down and replaced some distance away by a new purpose built general hospital.
We’d been on ward for the odd day here and there and mixed with the students a head of us, in the residence or in the canteen for those who lived at home. They’d told us all sorts of shocking tales about what happens to gullible, or none team player new starters. I think we where all apprehensive. My first ward was the after care ward looking after mother and baby.
On day three and looking back on it should have suspected something it seemed that every ward had more midwives and nurses than it required. As I and two friends where coming off duty we where steered by a group of second and third years into the antenatal area. As soon as I entered I knew what was going down in as much as this was it this was going to be the initiation.
The room was similar to a changing room at the bath’s. The sandy floor tales extended up the wall. In the middle and around the walls where coat hooks above benches with baskets under them. The rectangular room had two sturdy wooden doors to the outside world and a curtained off opening opposite them on the two long sides.
Further nurses where brought in, the two after me where assigned to antenatal services, they protested immediately, they seemed to know what was coming, they where saying things like “You can’t” and “God girls do you know what they are going to do to you” the second and third years prevented them from telling us. Another few of us where brought in making 12 in all. What I then noticed was that the student midwife who was already a trained nurse was brought in. She tried to force her way back out immediately. But she was pushed back. She protested too saying she was not a new starter she was already a nurse. The third year who seemed to be in charge just said something like, “Well now you’re a student again, your not yet a midwife”. She looked as terrified as the two of us that where assign to antenatal obviously she knew what to expect.
“Right girls lets have you out of your things” the third year in charge said. We all just looked at each other in stunned surprise. We’d been told various stories about being stripped but no one had mentioned stripping yourself. We obviously hadn’t moved fast enough because the next statement was a threat, “Come on, come on or we’ll have to help you” the group of second years and third years began to look ominous and close in on us. It seemed pointless to make a fuss, it was going to happen so I started to undress. Soon we where all in various stages of undress, the quicker ones had come to a stop in pants and bra, I was just getting my tights off. “Don’t be shy or bashful girls we’re all nurses” looks passed around once more they couldn’t be serious. “We’ve got gowns for you” a second year said turning into the far corner and picking up a pile of gowns. At least we weren’t going to be naked. I reached for my bra along with many others and was soon topless, now feeling the chill, it was actually quite warm. Next I slipped off my panties. As each girl became naked she was given a gown. However, when the qualified nurse finished stripping her clothes where immediately taken and she was not offered a gown. The same fate befell the two students who’d drawn antenatal as their first assignment. They protested at being left naked but this did them no good. The tried their best to conceal what they could looking very uncomfortable.
“Right you, first” a second year said to the girl stood next to me. The curtain was drawn back and she walked through. Some time passed and then a voice from behind the curtain said “next”. The curtain was drawn back and the student next to me was pointed at and she got up and walked over to the curtain. I saw the other student now moving between the cubicles which lay behind the curtain.
I was the next to be summoned forward. I went through the curtain and into the first cubicle. There a third year took my pulse, and respirations. I was then passed on to the next cubicle with another student coming from the reception area. The cubicles where basically a area screened off with a hardboard screen of about six feet high. It had a foot gap to the floor and a three foot gap to the ceiling. I could hear what was going on in the cubicles ahead of me. The first girl was being told to take off her gown and she wasn’t pleased about this. Two other students came in from the reception area and after a little struggle the nurse already in the cubical asked what the fuss had been all about.
Now in my new cubical I had my blood pressure taken. When done and we where told to change again I noticed the first student in the open area in front of the cubicles. She was now naked and protesting but the nurse in charge just said that was the price she’d have to pay for all the fuss. She walked into her next cubicle and gasped or said something I saw her briefly try to back away before being pushed into my cubicle. I could here her struggling and pleading.
In the next cubicle I was told that I was to be weighed and my height measured but since I was over 21 the rules for me where different to the two previous students. I had to be naked for this. No big deal I thought so took off the gown. Once measured the gown was given back to me. The other student was still complaining what had really frighten me was her comment of ‘not shoving it up me bum”.
I was then pasted onto the next cubicle and now heard the student next ahead of me say, “Oh don’t not like that”. I was now getting nervous as to what was ahead of me I didn’t really want to think about it. I was once more asked to strip naked. I had my breasts, waist and hips measured. Then I was passed on to whatever was so awful about the next cubic. I’d heard the first student struggling in her new cubicle. I now saw her naked once more looking un happy. The next in line to me came out looking a bit more sheepish than earlier.
I went into the next cubicle and the kidney dish told me everything. Rectal temperature. I was asked to strip again and bend over the couch. It wasn’t painful just uncomfortable. I could hear what was going on next door it sound like internals. The first student had now disappeared into the first brick walled cubicles. No sound could be heard but it seemed that there where more second and third years in their.
I was now passed to the next cubicle. The student a head of me appeared naked. She smiled I tried to smile back. Sure enough this last wooden cubicle was internal examinations. Vagina and rectum. Not very nice bit embarrassing being nude. But I was not given my gown back so appeared for all the five students behind me to see.
I was now taken to one of the four brick walled exam rooms. Still very naked I was told to climb up onto the couch. I knew what was coming by the look on the girls faces surrounding me. A pubic shave. This took a bit of time. There where four brick exam rooms so long could be spent on us and still have the line of students coming on up behind. I heard the next student going to the last available exam room as I was being trimmed. I then heard a shocked gasp from outside. I wasn’t sure why. Once I was shaved I thought that would be it. But no worse was to come. It was an enema. I was released with it inside me. I then realised what the gasp was as I was stepping back into the open area. The girls had seen the first student minus her bush. I looked down the open area to see the first of the antenatal girls still very naked being taken to the first cubicle.
I was taken to the waiting area after the brick cubicles. It was a area similar to the reception area except rather than wooden doors to the outside world it had another curtain and went onto the corridor which ran behind the wards. You could here porters and other people coming and going. I was sat looking down the open area. The curtain hadn’t been pull fully across at the short side. I cold watch the procession of students make their way up to the final destination. I very uncomfortable wooden bench with an enema inside you. I saw the next antennal student then the older trained nurse.
They where intent I think on torturing her. I found out later that she’d been very nasty to a few of the students and this was pay back. She was prevent from covering herself at all so everyone including me got a great view.
Eventually the first student needed to get rid of the enema. The catch was that the toilet was down the back corridor. She poked her head out and when she thought it was clear took to her heals. Soon after the other student a head of me and the student who came in after me had to go. They poked their heads out and made a dash for it. I then could hold no longer and had to do the same. I waited until it fell quiet and poked my head out. I then stepped out and not being able to run in case of an accident walked briskly to the toilet.
Of course that wasn’t the end of the problem. Now relieved I had to get back from the toilet. The only problem as the three students a head of me pointed out stood at the door was that you couldn’t hear through the solid door. The next student pushed the door open and I decided to go for it. Big mistake I’d got out into the corridor and made about half the distance when a porter turns the corner out of a ward. He whistles and says something like “way to go”. Consequently, by the time the others came to make their dash to the toilet or back the word had got out. Porters seemed to be turning up at just the wrong moment.
Unfortunately, it was made worse for the trained nurse. She was given the choice when to make her run and at least three porters got a great show. Once we where all done we where given our clothes back and welcomed with a drink.
Sunday, 2 July 2000
Wife's Wrong identity Initiation by Chez Michigan
Some years ago now my wife was hired by a sales consultancy in Michigan. Shortly after starting she was asked to attend a symposium. The first night she was there she was invited to a party in the suite taken by a client company. Late in the evening she was sitting talking to a woman from this company who’d only been there a short time. Suddenly, a group of rowdy guys that she hadn’t noticed at the party, seemed to bare down on them. Next thing she knew she was picked up off the sofa she was sat on and the guys set about stripping her. She was extremely frighten but was to drunk and tired to put up much of a defence. She was soon naked and the guys turned her over and bound her hands with her pantyhose. They rummaged through her clothes for her room key, threaded a piece of string through it and hung it around her neck. They then picked her up and were carrying her out of the suite when a group of woman came in laughing. The lead woman screamed and shouted for the guys to put my wife down because she was the wrong woman. Another woman a the group said not to bother but to strip the right woman as well. The right woman being the woman she was sat next to. Soon both of them where naked in the corridor.
My wife took to her heels with the other woman behind her. My wife had to go up two flights to her floor. On her floor she realized how stupid this was because now she was naked in the corridor with no way in. She really didn’t know what to do. She struggled with the pantyhose’s for ages but it was no use. After about quarter of an hour she heard voice working their way too her. Suddenly a man and a woman turned the corner and saw her. They just smiled and said, “I see XXX is at it again”. They took the key from her neck opened her room door and untried her.
The next day my wife wasn’t sure for ages if it was a dream or it had really happened. Then she met the other woman. She apologized for what had happened and said it was there companies custom.
My wife took to her heels with the other woman behind her. My wife had to go up two flights to her floor. On her floor she realized how stupid this was because now she was naked in the corridor with no way in. She really didn’t know what to do. She struggled with the pantyhose’s for ages but it was no use. After about quarter of an hour she heard voice working their way too her. Suddenly a man and a woman turned the corner and saw her. They just smiled and said, “I see XXX is at it again”. They took the key from her neck opened her room door and untried her.
The next day my wife wasn’t sure for ages if it was a dream or it had really happened. Then she met the other woman. She apologized for what had happened and said it was there companies custom.
Cousin's Fast Food Initiation by Jake
Thought I'd post the only story I know that fits in with this boards theme and started my interest in such stories.
My cousin went to work for a fast food joint. Sometime during her first week her and a new guys had to do the team initiation. For him it was to run around a route between various tables with his pants down and gear on show. The girls enjoyed it. My cousin had to drop her pants and pull up her top and do the same course. Bush, bum and breasts on sure.
When she left after completing college she had to strip off completely and do a longer run. y then she'd partied with all of her colleagues and been on holiday and slept with a few so streak wasn't such a big thing.
My cousin went to work for a fast food joint. Sometime during her first week her and a new guys had to do the team initiation. For him it was to run around a route between various tables with his pants down and gear on show. The girls enjoyed it. My cousin had to drop her pants and pull up her top and do the same course. Bush, bum and breasts on sure.
When she left after completing college she had to strip off completely and do a longer run. y then she'd partied with all of her colleagues and been on holiday and slept with a few so streak wasn't such a big thing.
Saturday, 1 July 2000
Vicky
In twenty years of nursing I have only witnessed one event involving stripping. I’ve seen many a new starter dunked into a bath of freezing water. It’s not as common today as it was when I started. Even back then not our entire intake got dunked just those who either mentioned it or those we thought would take it as fun or not in a couple of cases.
The stripping event I witness occurred in my third year. I was on duty when the nurses’ station phone rang. It was one of the doctors to say that he’d lost his pager and could I look for it in the doctors’ room outside the ward in the main public area. I said I would and went to look. When I opened the door what a shock I got. Two female medical students where sat on the floor knees hunched up to their chests backs against the wall. At first I thought they where naked but realised that they still had on their bras and panties. They asked me to get them something to wear so they could go to the changing rooms and get dressed in spare clothes.
I agreed and went back onto ward to find something for them to wear. Sister asked me why the nurses’ station phone was off the hook preventing calls and why had I been off ward. I was in two minds as to whether or not to tell her the whole story but I did. I just got to the part about the two medical students when staff nurse arrived with other nurses.
Sister insisted on going to see for herself dragging me with her. Staff followed on behind us.
When we re-entered the room the two medical students where as I left them. Sister smiled and laughed amusingly at the two. “Typical, doctor’s only do half the job”. “Well staff what do you think should we find them something to wear” sister said. “At a price. They where lucky it wasn’t us stripping them”. “Stand up then lets have a look at you both”. Sister said.
The two slowly stood up trying to keep their bras and panties covered. Both where plain white work wear. “Have we still got those porter’s coats sent to us by mistake,” sister asked? “I think we do” staff replied. Sister picked up the in-house phone and asked who ever answered it to get and bring the two porter’s coats.
“Right the price is a little embarrassment!” sister said. I knew why, the dark haired medical student had been on our ward and she tried to tell sister of 30 years plus experience how to nurse on at least two occasions. I guest this was going to be payback.
“Right the bras and panties both of you” sister said.
The two who until then had been nervously smiling and giggling, where now shocked. “Your not serious” the dark haired one said. “Deadly!” Said sister. It was clear that both where refusing, so sister said, “Come on lets way back to work and leave these two to work out how to get back to the changing rooms in just pants and bra”. “No please wait. I know you’re mad at Libby but I’ve done nothing to deserve this I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time” the blonde said. “Well that will teach you to be in the wrong place at the wrong time; but its also very typical of doctor’s’, sister said.
The student arrived with the porter’s coats. Sister told her to wait at the door. “Well?” she said. Realising that they really had no choice the blonde started to strip out of her bra and once it was off trying to cover her breasts out of her panties. She stood there naked and covered holding her underwear. Sister reached out her hand to take them from her and she had to drop her arms to pass them over. The dark haired one knew the game was up and now quickly stripped. Sister had them stand uncovered so we could see everything then turn around slowly. Sister then passed the blonde her panties back and told me to pass her one of the coats. The dark haired one just got a coat sister retained her underwear. They both had to walk back to the changing room like that. Well I guess everyone knew what had happened in general but the rumours where very lurid indeed.
The stripping event I witness occurred in my third year. I was on duty when the nurses’ station phone rang. It was one of the doctors to say that he’d lost his pager and could I look for it in the doctors’ room outside the ward in the main public area. I said I would and went to look. When I opened the door what a shock I got. Two female medical students where sat on the floor knees hunched up to their chests backs against the wall. At first I thought they where naked but realised that they still had on their bras and panties. They asked me to get them something to wear so they could go to the changing rooms and get dressed in spare clothes.
I agreed and went back onto ward to find something for them to wear. Sister asked me why the nurses’ station phone was off the hook preventing calls and why had I been off ward. I was in two minds as to whether or not to tell her the whole story but I did. I just got to the part about the two medical students when staff nurse arrived with other nurses.
Sister insisted on going to see for herself dragging me with her. Staff followed on behind us.
When we re-entered the room the two medical students where as I left them. Sister smiled and laughed amusingly at the two. “Typical, doctor’s only do half the job”. “Well staff what do you think should we find them something to wear” sister said. “At a price. They where lucky it wasn’t us stripping them”. “Stand up then lets have a look at you both”. Sister said.
The two slowly stood up trying to keep their bras and panties covered. Both where plain white work wear. “Have we still got those porter’s coats sent to us by mistake,” sister asked? “I think we do” staff replied. Sister picked up the in-house phone and asked who ever answered it to get and bring the two porter’s coats.
“Right the price is a little embarrassment!” sister said. I knew why, the dark haired medical student had been on our ward and she tried to tell sister of 30 years plus experience how to nurse on at least two occasions. I guest this was going to be payback.
“Right the bras and panties both of you” sister said.
The two who until then had been nervously smiling and giggling, where now shocked. “Your not serious” the dark haired one said. “Deadly!” Said sister. It was clear that both where refusing, so sister said, “Come on lets way back to work and leave these two to work out how to get back to the changing rooms in just pants and bra”. “No please wait. I know you’re mad at Libby but I’ve done nothing to deserve this I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time” the blonde said. “Well that will teach you to be in the wrong place at the wrong time; but its also very typical of doctor’s’, sister said.
The student arrived with the porter’s coats. Sister told her to wait at the door. “Well?” she said. Realising that they really had no choice the blonde started to strip out of her bra and once it was off trying to cover her breasts out of her panties. She stood there naked and covered holding her underwear. Sister reached out her hand to take them from her and she had to drop her arms to pass them over. The dark haired one knew the game was up and now quickly stripped. Sister had them stand uncovered so we could see everything then turn around slowly. Sister then passed the blonde her panties back and told me to pass her one of the coats. The dark haired one just got a coat sister retained her underwear. They both had to walk back to the changing room like that. Well I guess everyone knew what had happened in general but the rumours where very lurid indeed.
Greybeards tale
[George - I seem to remember in one of your comments you saying that you were thinking of opening up the board to experiences of initiations etc. outside the nursing profession, but I can't find it now. Perhaps you thought better of it when things got busier. Anyway, I offer this contribution somewhat outside the guidelines, and if you choose to delete it then I won't be offended in any way. Feel free to edit these first paragraphs if you wish.
"Greybeard"]
Taking up George's thoughts to maybe open up this board a bit more, this experience has nothing to do with nursing, but with his permission I could recount the events which introduced me to this sort of activity, and gave me a lifelong interest in similar happenings. Before the internet made such information easier to come by, there used to be stories of works initiation ceremonies in the various men's magazines, which I always enjoyed. I've looked for sites with these on recently, but with no success. Also, this story is perhaps not so much initiation as retribution!
When I was a student in the mid-sixties, I worked for a smallish wine, beer and spirit wholesalers as a summer job. I was young and fit, and spent most of my time in the warehouse taking crates of newly-bottled beer from the bottling plant to the storage area and stacking them, hard physical labour. When I started, I was looked on as something of an oddity - "Who would want to come here and work in their holidays?" - but I needed the money! Most of the staff were quite tolerant of the new, naive, still-wet-behind-the-ears employee, probably because I was doing the job they most disliked without complaint. After a few weeks settling in, and making friends with the storemen and lorry drivers, I was seriously warned never to go into the bottling plant on my own. I was slightly surprised at this, as a lot of the staff had been in the Forces, and seemed unafraid of anything or anybody. However, when I looked in, I could understand why. It was hot, steamy, noisy, and staffed entirely by about a dozen women, with the exception of the foreman, Harry, who was short, fat, in his fifties, and with a resigned air about him. The women were all old to me, but looking back were probably in their late twenties to forties, and very uninhibited. I certainly learnt a lot of new words listening to them, and heard of activities I had never even dreamt of (this was the sixties, after all) as I collected the crates of beer from where they were stacked just outside the plant doorway.
There was another student working there, Roger, who had started the week before me. He had far more confidence than me, and had to go into the bottling plant three or four times a week with some documentation. He would be whistled at by the women, and then cheek them off by implying that they were too old for him, and married. Harry mentioned this during one teabreak, which he often took with the warehouse staff as it was cooler and more peaceful, and as he said, "Things get a bit rough in there sometimes. He shouldn't wind the girls up - I have to suffer for it, and he will too." Nothing more was said or thought about this until Roger came in one Monday morning, and announced that this was his last week, and he couldn't wait to get back to the student life of drinking and chasing young girls. That didn't win him any friends among the staff, who thought all students were living off the tax they paid, and had an easy life. He was also foolish enough to say this to the bottling plant girls, with some remark that he was tired of seeing wrinkles and sags. Even I thought he was living dangerously.
About the middle of the Friday afternoon of that week, the warehouse was quiet, as most of the office staff and draymen had gone off to set up the bars at a nearby racecourse, where the company had the bar franchise for the weekend. The bottling plant was having its end-of-week cleanup and the girls were in a frivolous mood, judging by the shrieks and laughter coming through the plant doorway. Roger and I were clearing the last of the morning's production from the plant, and I had just set off with my sack-truck loaded with the last crates when I heard a rumpus behind me. I looked back to see Roger being dragged into the plant by some of the girls - he didn't look too worried, although even if he had, I had no intention of going up against that lot to rescue him. I went off to find some of the other staff, and told them the tale. "Oh no, they haven't started that again, have they? I though it had gone too quiet recently! " was one comment, and after rounding up the few people left, a party set off to the bottling plant.
Picture a doorway, with about five faces peering cautiously around the corners, wondering what what sight would meet their eyes. What they did see a few yards away was literally a scrum of women, with a figure on the ground in the middle, and three others kneeling around it. There were some buckets of water placed nearby, and I could see someone was in for a soaking. The noise was deafening, almost like a pack of hounds and their quarry. Roger was being held down, stretched out by two of the older women, one at each end, while the third was tickling him, asking him if he still thought that they were old and saggy. He was shrieking with laughter and trying to escape. During all this his shirt inevitably rode up and some bare ribs appeared.
"Oh dear, that's all we needed" said a head next to mine, and he was right. The mood of the party subtly changed, and became more loaded. "Undo his shirt, so's we can see more" said a voice, and buttons were quickly undone and then Roger was barechested. There was a slight lull in the proceedings while there was a unspoken debate on whether to go further, and then another voice said "Strip him - us old women like younger men". A look of complete shock and horror crossed Roger's face when he realised that it was going to happen, and there was nothing he could do about it. The girls saw us looking from the doorway, and one or two actually moved back a bit to give us a better view, daring us to come and attempt a rescue. The watchers had no intention of doing anything of the sort, and were taking an almost guilty enjoyment in seeing what happened next, and thanking their lucky stars that it wasn't them in that predicament. Looking back, the interesting thing was that the next actions were taken in a well controlled and orderly manner, almost rehearsed, as if it was agreed to make the most of the opportunity. Roger's shoes and socks were taken off, and his feet tickled with a big pasteing brush used for putting glue onto labels, and then his ribs and under his arms. Then the buttons on his trousers were carefully undone and the garment slowly removed. The pack got noisier, and then Roger's last protection was removed. After a few seconds for contemplation of the view before them, the comments came thick and fast.
"Those girls aren't missing much this summer!"
"....and he's got the cheek to call us wrinkly!"
"I didn't think it was that cold in here"
From where we were, I personally didn't think they needed to be quite so unkind, but hell hath no fury like women scorned, etc.
Then the charge-hand, a middle-aged woman, said "Right, fetch the brooms" Brooms? My imagination started working overtime, and the thought of some of the possible options made my eyes water. One broom quickly appeared, but a second couldn't be found. "Never mind, turn him over" said the boss. Roger was put face down on the floor, and one or two girls took the opportunity to fondle and smack his bottom. Then, with great care, the broom handle was fed up one sleeve of Roger's shirt, across his back, and down the other sleeve, leaving him with his arms out horizontaly, like a scarecrow. He was carefully helped to his feet, stood against a wall, and two buckets of cold water thrown at him. He couldn't duck or turn, or hide his embarrassment (or anything else!).
At this point, Harry the foreman who had been looking on from his office, took pity on Roger and called out "Tea's up". The girls' priority changed from baiting a helpless male to the much more important refreshment, which nothing was allowed to interrupt, and they trooped off to their tearoom, chattering loudly. A couple stayed behind to throw Roger's clothes and shoes at the onlookers and then followed.
Roger slowly staggered towards the doorway and us, and we managed to extract the broom and let him dry off a bit and dress. He was in a daze, and was very grateful for the cup of tea which came next. There was obviously no more work going to be done that afternoon, and more stories were told. Apparently, before management had found out about this activity, and tried to put a stop to it, Friday afternoons were a time when the warehouse staff tended to move around in threes! Anyone with a birthday coming up, leaving the job or just on their own was liable to be grabbed, and then reappear some time later wearing only a broom or two, and in various degrees of personal excitement, depending on how young or goodlooking he was, and how long the girls had taken with him. Previous victims had complained that the worst problem was trying to remove animal glue from the pasteing brush from hair, where it tended to stick like, well, glue. The use for the second broom was interesting - with only one, the girls had found that their victim could push the handle of the broom against a wall and extricate themselves. A second broom inserted in the opposite direction to the first made this almost impossible, and the victim definitely needed help to escape. An alternative was to use one broom and tie the victim's wrists to the broom with his socks or underwear. My ride home on the bus was very thoughtful that day.
There was never any retaliation by the male warehouse staff - for one, they were outnumbered, and I think they understood that anything like that would cause more trouble that they could handle. However, careful observers had noticed that the girls would usually strip and tease one of their number who was leaving, but only in the plant behind closed doors, and never advertise the event. Solidarity amongst women. Harry tended to be the only male allowed, but if he let it become known to a select few that someone was leaving, then those in the know would creep off and find a vantage point on top of some crates in the warehouse, and look in the ventilation gaps set high in the plant wall for a free show.
The next week, I had to take over Roger's documention duties, presumably because I was the most junior, and expendable. I entered the plant in fear and trembling on the Monday morning. I made sure I was very polite and complimentary, and they explained that they had been 'unkind' to Roger because he had been so rude. All went well until the middle of the week, when one of them asked very innocently how much longer I would be working there. I might have been young, but I wasn't stupid.
"I leave two weeks this coming Friday"
"Oh, that's a week after Janice" Looks were exchanged amongst some of the girls which I thought it was tactful not to see. "So we'll see more of a nice polite young man like you?"
"Oh yes, I expect so!" More looks and smiles!
I had lied. My final pay packet was in the warehouse office one week and two days later at four o'clock. By five past, I was legging it up the road to the bus stop with a feeling of huge relief that I hadn't been caught, happy memories of Janice's leaving celebration that afternoon, some good stories to tell in the bar at Uni, and planning to go back the next summer if they would have me.
"Greybeard"]
Taking up George's thoughts to maybe open up this board a bit more, this experience has nothing to do with nursing, but with his permission I could recount the events which introduced me to this sort of activity, and gave me a lifelong interest in similar happenings. Before the internet made such information easier to come by, there used to be stories of works initiation ceremonies in the various men's magazines, which I always enjoyed. I've looked for sites with these on recently, but with no success. Also, this story is perhaps not so much initiation as retribution!
When I was a student in the mid-sixties, I worked for a smallish wine, beer and spirit wholesalers as a summer job. I was young and fit, and spent most of my time in the warehouse taking crates of newly-bottled beer from the bottling plant to the storage area and stacking them, hard physical labour. When I started, I was looked on as something of an oddity - "Who would want to come here and work in their holidays?" - but I needed the money! Most of the staff were quite tolerant of the new, naive, still-wet-behind-the-ears employee, probably because I was doing the job they most disliked without complaint. After a few weeks settling in, and making friends with the storemen and lorry drivers, I was seriously warned never to go into the bottling plant on my own. I was slightly surprised at this, as a lot of the staff had been in the Forces, and seemed unafraid of anything or anybody. However, when I looked in, I could understand why. It was hot, steamy, noisy, and staffed entirely by about a dozen women, with the exception of the foreman, Harry, who was short, fat, in his fifties, and with a resigned air about him. The women were all old to me, but looking back were probably in their late twenties to forties, and very uninhibited. I certainly learnt a lot of new words listening to them, and heard of activities I had never even dreamt of (this was the sixties, after all) as I collected the crates of beer from where they were stacked just outside the plant doorway.
There was another student working there, Roger, who had started the week before me. He had far more confidence than me, and had to go into the bottling plant three or four times a week with some documentation. He would be whistled at by the women, and then cheek them off by implying that they were too old for him, and married. Harry mentioned this during one teabreak, which he often took with the warehouse staff as it was cooler and more peaceful, and as he said, "Things get a bit rough in there sometimes. He shouldn't wind the girls up - I have to suffer for it, and he will too." Nothing more was said or thought about this until Roger came in one Monday morning, and announced that this was his last week, and he couldn't wait to get back to the student life of drinking and chasing young girls. That didn't win him any friends among the staff, who thought all students were living off the tax they paid, and had an easy life. He was also foolish enough to say this to the bottling plant girls, with some remark that he was tired of seeing wrinkles and sags. Even I thought he was living dangerously.
About the middle of the Friday afternoon of that week, the warehouse was quiet, as most of the office staff and draymen had gone off to set up the bars at a nearby racecourse, where the company had the bar franchise for the weekend. The bottling plant was having its end-of-week cleanup and the girls were in a frivolous mood, judging by the shrieks and laughter coming through the plant doorway. Roger and I were clearing the last of the morning's production from the plant, and I had just set off with my sack-truck loaded with the last crates when I heard a rumpus behind me. I looked back to see Roger being dragged into the plant by some of the girls - he didn't look too worried, although even if he had, I had no intention of going up against that lot to rescue him. I went off to find some of the other staff, and told them the tale. "Oh no, they haven't started that again, have they? I though it had gone too quiet recently! " was one comment, and after rounding up the few people left, a party set off to the bottling plant.
Picture a doorway, with about five faces peering cautiously around the corners, wondering what what sight would meet their eyes. What they did see a few yards away was literally a scrum of women, with a figure on the ground in the middle, and three others kneeling around it. There were some buckets of water placed nearby, and I could see someone was in for a soaking. The noise was deafening, almost like a pack of hounds and their quarry. Roger was being held down, stretched out by two of the older women, one at each end, while the third was tickling him, asking him if he still thought that they were old and saggy. He was shrieking with laughter and trying to escape. During all this his shirt inevitably rode up and some bare ribs appeared.
"Oh dear, that's all we needed" said a head next to mine, and he was right. The mood of the party subtly changed, and became more loaded. "Undo his shirt, so's we can see more" said a voice, and buttons were quickly undone and then Roger was barechested. There was a slight lull in the proceedings while there was a unspoken debate on whether to go further, and then another voice said "Strip him - us old women like younger men". A look of complete shock and horror crossed Roger's face when he realised that it was going to happen, and there was nothing he could do about it. The girls saw us looking from the doorway, and one or two actually moved back a bit to give us a better view, daring us to come and attempt a rescue. The watchers had no intention of doing anything of the sort, and were taking an almost guilty enjoyment in seeing what happened next, and thanking their lucky stars that it wasn't them in that predicament. Looking back, the interesting thing was that the next actions were taken in a well controlled and orderly manner, almost rehearsed, as if it was agreed to make the most of the opportunity. Roger's shoes and socks were taken off, and his feet tickled with a big pasteing brush used for putting glue onto labels, and then his ribs and under his arms. Then the buttons on his trousers were carefully undone and the garment slowly removed. The pack got noisier, and then Roger's last protection was removed. After a few seconds for contemplation of the view before them, the comments came thick and fast.
"Those girls aren't missing much this summer!"
"....and he's got the cheek to call us wrinkly!"
"I didn't think it was that cold in here"
From where we were, I personally didn't think they needed to be quite so unkind, but hell hath no fury like women scorned, etc.
Then the charge-hand, a middle-aged woman, said "Right, fetch the brooms" Brooms? My imagination started working overtime, and the thought of some of the possible options made my eyes water. One broom quickly appeared, but a second couldn't be found. "Never mind, turn him over" said the boss. Roger was put face down on the floor, and one or two girls took the opportunity to fondle and smack his bottom. Then, with great care, the broom handle was fed up one sleeve of Roger's shirt, across his back, and down the other sleeve, leaving him with his arms out horizontaly, like a scarecrow. He was carefully helped to his feet, stood against a wall, and two buckets of cold water thrown at him. He couldn't duck or turn, or hide his embarrassment (or anything else!).
At this point, Harry the foreman who had been looking on from his office, took pity on Roger and called out "Tea's up". The girls' priority changed from baiting a helpless male to the much more important refreshment, which nothing was allowed to interrupt, and they trooped off to their tearoom, chattering loudly. A couple stayed behind to throw Roger's clothes and shoes at the onlookers and then followed.
Roger slowly staggered towards the doorway and us, and we managed to extract the broom and let him dry off a bit and dress. He was in a daze, and was very grateful for the cup of tea which came next. There was obviously no more work going to be done that afternoon, and more stories were told. Apparently, before management had found out about this activity, and tried to put a stop to it, Friday afternoons were a time when the warehouse staff tended to move around in threes! Anyone with a birthday coming up, leaving the job or just on their own was liable to be grabbed, and then reappear some time later wearing only a broom or two, and in various degrees of personal excitement, depending on how young or goodlooking he was, and how long the girls had taken with him. Previous victims had complained that the worst problem was trying to remove animal glue from the pasteing brush from hair, where it tended to stick like, well, glue. The use for the second broom was interesting - with only one, the girls had found that their victim could push the handle of the broom against a wall and extricate themselves. A second broom inserted in the opposite direction to the first made this almost impossible, and the victim definitely needed help to escape. An alternative was to use one broom and tie the victim's wrists to the broom with his socks or underwear. My ride home on the bus was very thoughtful that day.
There was never any retaliation by the male warehouse staff - for one, they were outnumbered, and I think they understood that anything like that would cause more trouble that they could handle. However, careful observers had noticed that the girls would usually strip and tease one of their number who was leaving, but only in the plant behind closed doors, and never advertise the event. Solidarity amongst women. Harry tended to be the only male allowed, but if he let it become known to a select few that someone was leaving, then those in the know would creep off and find a vantage point on top of some crates in the warehouse, and look in the ventilation gaps set high in the plant wall for a free show.
The next week, I had to take over Roger's documention duties, presumably because I was the most junior, and expendable. I entered the plant in fear and trembling on the Monday morning. I made sure I was very polite and complimentary, and they explained that they had been 'unkind' to Roger because he had been so rude. All went well until the middle of the week, when one of them asked very innocently how much longer I would be working there. I might have been young, but I wasn't stupid.
"I leave two weeks this coming Friday"
"Oh, that's a week after Janice" Looks were exchanged amongst some of the girls which I thought it was tactful not to see. "So we'll see more of a nice polite young man like you?"
"Oh yes, I expect so!" More looks and smiles!
I had lied. My final pay packet was in the warehouse office one week and two days later at four o'clock. By five past, I was legging it up the road to the bus stop with a feeling of huge relief that I hadn't been caught, happy memories of Janice's leaving celebration that afternoon, some good stories to tell in the bar at Uni, and planning to go back the next summer if they would have me.
Nursing Home by Christina
Twelve years ago now I lost my job in a large chain of stores when it was bought out by another chain. I thought being a manager I’d get a job fairly quickly and besides my husband was in a good job. About a fortnight after I had finished work not having found a job during my notice period my husband was told that he had to move to another part of the country or look for another job. We decided having two young children and a large family locally that upping stakes and moving wasn’t a viable option. So he’d work away from home and come home weekends. This put even more financial pressure on us and I got to the point where I’d have taken any job. Then any job came along.
My mother had a friend who owned a nursing home. She said that she could employ me as a care worker until something better came up for me. I was so desperate I agreed to the job after an informal interview without any experience or real knowledge as to what would be involved.
When the letter arrived confirming my appointment I was shocked to find it was a night time job. The owner said that was all she had and besides it paid more. My mother agreed to look after the kids.
The work was horrible but the girls where all very nice. My first set of night shifts seemed easy. The girls kept saying that it would be a different matter when X was back. I won’t use any names.
Well X came back off her holidays and immediately I realised the difference. You really grafted under her. I came home exhausted. The fourth shift of her being in charge I was trying to get a old lady who was a bit demented back into bed. X comes along and tells me to get on with it. The old woman played up more and X just lifted her by the arms and marched her back to her room and dumped her on the bed. I was pretty shocked at X way of handling the situation.
At break I approached the subject with X. The room fell quiet. X just exploded and called me everything under the sun. She actually scared me. But I sure knew my place. The other girls told me that questioning X authority was not a good idea. That I was very lucky that I had just got the verbal assault.
Some further shifts passed and one night after break I was sitting in the upstairs lounge reading a magazine. X came in and saw me before I could put it away and look busy. She came over and snatched the magazine out of my hand. It was open at a page about underwear.
“You won’t need anything sexy like this with your hubby away” she said.
I got on with trying to find work to do. Truth was with her on your case you got everything done twice. Later I was down in the laundry room when X and her lieutenant appeared along with the other two care workers on duty. They didn’t say a thing. I just knew something bad was going to happen. They grabbed me and wrestled me to the floor and before I could really appreciate what they where about had my uniform off leaving me in pants, bra and socks. They just dragged me out of the laundry and cuffed me to the handrail that ran along every wall in the home and left me there walking off sniggering. About an hour later one of the girls came back and released the cuffs. I went and dressed but stayed to complete the shift.
I told my mother what had happened and she told her friend. There was a meeting some days later when X was severely reprimanded but not fired as I expected her to be.
I wasn’t due to work after that day for three nights. When I arrived I was surprised to find my mother’s friend there. I thought this was to see that nothing happened. The shift went especially well until about 2am. I was on the upper landing when X, her lieutenant and the owner appeared literally out of nowhere. Before I could say or do anything they just set about me. I was stripped to my underwear. This time they made sure that everything else was taken. I fought as if my life depended on it. I couldn’t believe that my mothers friend was part of this.
I’d worn some sexy underwear that day to cheer myself up. This added further to my embarrassment. It was black sheer nylon, translucent see-through. It showed every inch of what should be covered. My pubic bush, although sandy could be clearly seen along with my brown large nipples. They cuffed me to the rail gathered up my clothes and left.
The really scary part was that this end of the upper floor was all old men and they had a habit of wandering in the night. It wasn’t long before the first one of them came out of his room. He looked at me trying my best to cover up and quickly as if he knew there was trouble went back to bed. The next guy wasn’t so accommodating. He was a bit senile and came up to me asking for a train ticket we had a strange conversation for about 10 to 15 minutes me just being in my very revealing underwear trying to conceal myself. Eventually one of the others came up and released me.
It took a while for me to find my clothes I had to walk the length and breadth of the home. In my travels coming across another couple of residents and the other staff. I found my clothes in the laundry.
I didn’t really know what to do after that. I needed the job. Obviously complaining to the owner wasn’t an option. The job continued as before. I kept looking for another job. One day the owner was in the office. She called me in to say that she had received a reference request for me and that she wouldn’t be giving me a good one. I was now trapped in a awful job. My mother eventually got the second incident out of me and my husband when informed went mad and told me to leave. But we where still losing far more a month than the both of us where bringing in. He said he’d go and have a word with the owner. I begged him not to but he did.
I was surprised that there was no retaliation. Well other than me being assign to the worse residents. After another couple of months I got a new job. It was to start in the New Year after Christmas. I was relieved that I’d just have 27 more shifts to do then I would be out of there. X was now especially nasty to me at every opportunity. This included swapping my shift so that I couldn’t make the staff Christmas party. Not that I was really bothered.
She landed at the home at about 3am. Drunk but very in control. She called me allsorts and then said that she was going to make an example of me and make sure I never forgot her. I made for the door but she caught me with her hangers on and dragged me back into the main lounge. She set about me and it wasn’t long before my tunic and slacks where being removed. She did not stop there on this occasion and although I tried my best to defend myself I was soon naked.
She pulled my arms away from my body and smiled. “You can run or you can hide’ she said, “But if I catch you I’m going to drag your naked ass outside and beat the crap, out of you”. I just took to my feet and made for my locker. My goal was my outside coat and car keys. I made it with her walking after me calling out I’m coming to get you. Barefoot I started back for the main door. No sign of her now. I got to the main door but it was locked. She appeared from the office and held up the key. Her two helpers appeared behind her.
“I told you what I would do” I tried to run but they where too quick for me. I was knocked to the ground and dragged back. They soon had me naked again. The front door was opened and I was pushed out into the cold December night. My car keys thrown after me. It took me a while to find them and then drive home naked. needless to say I never went back.
My mother had a friend who owned a nursing home. She said that she could employ me as a care worker until something better came up for me. I was so desperate I agreed to the job after an informal interview without any experience or real knowledge as to what would be involved.
When the letter arrived confirming my appointment I was shocked to find it was a night time job. The owner said that was all she had and besides it paid more. My mother agreed to look after the kids.
The work was horrible but the girls where all very nice. My first set of night shifts seemed easy. The girls kept saying that it would be a different matter when X was back. I won’t use any names.
Well X came back off her holidays and immediately I realised the difference. You really grafted under her. I came home exhausted. The fourth shift of her being in charge I was trying to get a old lady who was a bit demented back into bed. X comes along and tells me to get on with it. The old woman played up more and X just lifted her by the arms and marched her back to her room and dumped her on the bed. I was pretty shocked at X way of handling the situation.
At break I approached the subject with X. The room fell quiet. X just exploded and called me everything under the sun. She actually scared me. But I sure knew my place. The other girls told me that questioning X authority was not a good idea. That I was very lucky that I had just got the verbal assault.
Some further shifts passed and one night after break I was sitting in the upstairs lounge reading a magazine. X came in and saw me before I could put it away and look busy. She came over and snatched the magazine out of my hand. It was open at a page about underwear.
“You won’t need anything sexy like this with your hubby away” she said.
I got on with trying to find work to do. Truth was with her on your case you got everything done twice. Later I was down in the laundry room when X and her lieutenant appeared along with the other two care workers on duty. They didn’t say a thing. I just knew something bad was going to happen. They grabbed me and wrestled me to the floor and before I could really appreciate what they where about had my uniform off leaving me in pants, bra and socks. They just dragged me out of the laundry and cuffed me to the handrail that ran along every wall in the home and left me there walking off sniggering. About an hour later one of the girls came back and released the cuffs. I went and dressed but stayed to complete the shift.
I told my mother what had happened and she told her friend. There was a meeting some days later when X was severely reprimanded but not fired as I expected her to be.
I wasn’t due to work after that day for three nights. When I arrived I was surprised to find my mother’s friend there. I thought this was to see that nothing happened. The shift went especially well until about 2am. I was on the upper landing when X, her lieutenant and the owner appeared literally out of nowhere. Before I could say or do anything they just set about me. I was stripped to my underwear. This time they made sure that everything else was taken. I fought as if my life depended on it. I couldn’t believe that my mothers friend was part of this.
I’d worn some sexy underwear that day to cheer myself up. This added further to my embarrassment. It was black sheer nylon, translucent see-through. It showed every inch of what should be covered. My pubic bush, although sandy could be clearly seen along with my brown large nipples. They cuffed me to the rail gathered up my clothes and left.
The really scary part was that this end of the upper floor was all old men and they had a habit of wandering in the night. It wasn’t long before the first one of them came out of his room. He looked at me trying my best to cover up and quickly as if he knew there was trouble went back to bed. The next guy wasn’t so accommodating. He was a bit senile and came up to me asking for a train ticket we had a strange conversation for about 10 to 15 minutes me just being in my very revealing underwear trying to conceal myself. Eventually one of the others came up and released me.
It took a while for me to find my clothes I had to walk the length and breadth of the home. In my travels coming across another couple of residents and the other staff. I found my clothes in the laundry.
I didn’t really know what to do after that. I needed the job. Obviously complaining to the owner wasn’t an option. The job continued as before. I kept looking for another job. One day the owner was in the office. She called me in to say that she had received a reference request for me and that she wouldn’t be giving me a good one. I was now trapped in a awful job. My mother eventually got the second incident out of me and my husband when informed went mad and told me to leave. But we where still losing far more a month than the both of us where bringing in. He said he’d go and have a word with the owner. I begged him not to but he did.
I was surprised that there was no retaliation. Well other than me being assign to the worse residents. After another couple of months I got a new job. It was to start in the New Year after Christmas. I was relieved that I’d just have 27 more shifts to do then I would be out of there. X was now especially nasty to me at every opportunity. This included swapping my shift so that I couldn’t make the staff Christmas party. Not that I was really bothered.
She landed at the home at about 3am. Drunk but very in control. She called me allsorts and then said that she was going to make an example of me and make sure I never forgot her. I made for the door but she caught me with her hangers on and dragged me back into the main lounge. She set about me and it wasn’t long before my tunic and slacks where being removed. She did not stop there on this occasion and although I tried my best to defend myself I was soon naked.
She pulled my arms away from my body and smiled. “You can run or you can hide’ she said, “But if I catch you I’m going to drag your naked ass outside and beat the crap, out of you”. I just took to my feet and made for my locker. My goal was my outside coat and car keys. I made it with her walking after me calling out I’m coming to get you. Barefoot I started back for the main door. No sign of her now. I got to the main door but it was locked. She appeared from the office and held up the key. Her two helpers appeared behind her.
“I told you what I would do” I tried to run but they where too quick for me. I was knocked to the ground and dragged back. They soon had me naked again. The front door was opened and I was pushed out into the cold December night. My car keys thrown after me. It took me a while to find them and then drive home naked. needless to say I never went back.
Dan's Girl Friend by Dan
A previous girlfriend told me this tale of a summer job she had.
I never got out of her which company this was but it was a meat packing place. it took on summer help from the local college my girl friend was dragged along by her friend. The idea was that they didn't want to end up in a bar or restaurant because this would mean them missing out on partying. working in the meat packing place would be day work so they could party at night/weekends.
They'd been there a day or so when the rumors about practical jokes started to surface. The woman supervisor told the girls not to be caught in the deep freeze or their bits would get chilly. She wouldn't elaborate on this. at the end of the week the girls three of them in total where asked if they wanted overtime. The woman supervisor said that they where new and not to be bothered about over time. But the girls where up for it. The woman said she would not be working that weekend and said that they should not work because the men could not be trusted. She told the girls to heed her warning about staying out of the freezers, keep to the packing belts.
Saturday went fine. But Sunday was a different matter. None of the other woman, single mums, and mothers where working just the three of them. The shift went find until about mid afternoon when the belts ran out of meat. The girls asked what was wrong and the guys said that the three guys who where feeders had done more than union time and since the woman weren't on their was no way that the man could leave the new trainees. So the girls send they'd feed the belts. The men said that was a bad idea since they'd not get paid because they where on piece work where the guys and woman had a hourly rate plus piece work. Then one of the guys said that they'd split their packaged weight with the girls. The other girl said this was a great idea because the guys packaged more in a minute than they packed in a hour. bit of an exaggeration that but you get the point. So the girls go to the end of the belt and start loading off the trays, after about half an hour the trays are empty and my girl friends friend goes into the freezer and brings out another tray, eventually they each take a turn bringing out trays and put cuts on the belt. Then they come across the deep and heavy trays. They can't move these by themselves so they start to help each other. They drag a large box to the freezer door but it does not swish open. they press the override button at the side but it doesn't open. They knock on the glass door to attract the guys attention. Five or so minutes pass banging like hell on the door. Now quite cold but not freezing the guys appear.
The guys act dumb and try to pretend to be trying to open the door. After another couple of minutes one guy says that it must be the safety devices. It must have detected something foreign and won't open the door. The girls ask like what. They guys smile and say, "Your clothes". There was a lot more conversation and joking before this line was delivered i just can't remember it.
The girls demand to be let out and the guys swear blind that its not their doing and that the security device will only let out naked flesh once it as been triggered. The guys to be helpful suggest that the girls try to fool it by stripping to their underwear. Now feel very cold, but not yet freezing. They realize the game. The other girl says that all that is required if the guys are telling the truth is for one of them to do it and once the door is open that person can block it to let the other two out. If the guys are behind it then being in pants and bra no worse than the beach.
So she agrees to strip down and does so quickly. The dors remain shut. The guys say it must be because of the others. So reluctantly my girl friend and her friend strip to underwear. othing happens. The girls get cross at the guys but they insist that they have nothing to do with it. They pretend to go to phone the manager. They come back and say that the manager said that going down to underwear should work but they need to pass their clothes out. still be very cold and having obvious reactions the girls having put their clothes back on stripped again and pushed the clothes through the lock hole. A flat that allowed you to reach around to the outside handle if the door stuck. I know you've already worked it out but they hadn't. And know one had thought to tell them about this safety feature. So now in underwear getting towards freezing the doors still don't give. The guys say that the sensor must be more sensitive than they thought and the girls will have to strip naked. The girls call the guys everything under the sun. But after some more time in the chiller. They decided on a idea. They'd tried to get the guys to go away from the door but they wouldn't. So the idea was as follows they hide behind a box and strip they'd then one of them try the door nude. The other girl who seemed okay about nudity volunteered. So they stripped and she want for the door with the guys watching. But it still wouldn't open. The guys said that it must still be detecting the underwear they'd have to pass it out. So the other girl went and collected it and passed it out. Still the door wouldn't open.
The lead guy then called out and said that he'd tell them how to get out if they all came out from behind the boxes. now the girls knew for sure that the guys rather than the sensor where behind this. ut they came now officially freezing. The guys had them hands on head and twirl. My girl friend was Korean, jet black hair, small, but firm breasts with now very hard rose bud nipples, lovely well shaved triangle. can't say about the others never met them to my knowledge. he guys then showed them the lever. The girls kicked themselves since their ordeal wasn't yet over. hey had to walk out naked to get their clothes which the guys had sent now the belt. So they had to run to the end of it. it was probably 60 70 feet or even more long.
I never got out of her which company this was but it was a meat packing place. it took on summer help from the local college my girl friend was dragged along by her friend. The idea was that they didn't want to end up in a bar or restaurant because this would mean them missing out on partying. working in the meat packing place would be day work so they could party at night/weekends.
They'd been there a day or so when the rumors about practical jokes started to surface. The woman supervisor told the girls not to be caught in the deep freeze or their bits would get chilly. She wouldn't elaborate on this. at the end of the week the girls three of them in total where asked if they wanted overtime. The woman supervisor said that they where new and not to be bothered about over time. But the girls where up for it. The woman said she would not be working that weekend and said that they should not work because the men could not be trusted. She told the girls to heed her warning about staying out of the freezers, keep to the packing belts.
Saturday went fine. But Sunday was a different matter. None of the other woman, single mums, and mothers where working just the three of them. The shift went find until about mid afternoon when the belts ran out of meat. The girls asked what was wrong and the guys said that the three guys who where feeders had done more than union time and since the woman weren't on their was no way that the man could leave the new trainees. So the girls send they'd feed the belts. The men said that was a bad idea since they'd not get paid because they where on piece work where the guys and woman had a hourly rate plus piece work. Then one of the guys said that they'd split their packaged weight with the girls. The other girl said this was a great idea because the guys packaged more in a minute than they packed in a hour. bit of an exaggeration that but you get the point. So the girls go to the end of the belt and start loading off the trays, after about half an hour the trays are empty and my girl friends friend goes into the freezer and brings out another tray, eventually they each take a turn bringing out trays and put cuts on the belt. Then they come across the deep and heavy trays. They can't move these by themselves so they start to help each other. They drag a large box to the freezer door but it does not swish open. they press the override button at the side but it doesn't open. They knock on the glass door to attract the guys attention. Five or so minutes pass banging like hell on the door. Now quite cold but not freezing the guys appear.
The guys act dumb and try to pretend to be trying to open the door. After another couple of minutes one guy says that it must be the safety devices. It must have detected something foreign and won't open the door. The girls ask like what. They guys smile and say, "Your clothes". There was a lot more conversation and joking before this line was delivered i just can't remember it.
The girls demand to be let out and the guys swear blind that its not their doing and that the security device will only let out naked flesh once it as been triggered. The guys to be helpful suggest that the girls try to fool it by stripping to their underwear. Now feel very cold, but not yet freezing. They realize the game. The other girl says that all that is required if the guys are telling the truth is for one of them to do it and once the door is open that person can block it to let the other two out. If the guys are behind it then being in pants and bra no worse than the beach.
So she agrees to strip down and does so quickly. The dors remain shut. The guys say it must be because of the others. So reluctantly my girl friend and her friend strip to underwear. othing happens. The girls get cross at the guys but they insist that they have nothing to do with it. They pretend to go to phone the manager. They come back and say that the manager said that going down to underwear should work but they need to pass their clothes out. still be very cold and having obvious reactions the girls having put their clothes back on stripped again and pushed the clothes through the lock hole. A flat that allowed you to reach around to the outside handle if the door stuck. I know you've already worked it out but they hadn't. And know one had thought to tell them about this safety feature. So now in underwear getting towards freezing the doors still don't give. The guys say that the sensor must be more sensitive than they thought and the girls will have to strip naked. The girls call the guys everything under the sun. But after some more time in the chiller. They decided on a idea. They'd tried to get the guys to go away from the door but they wouldn't. So the idea was as follows they hide behind a box and strip they'd then one of them try the door nude. The other girl who seemed okay about nudity volunteered. So they stripped and she want for the door with the guys watching. But it still wouldn't open. The guys said that it must still be detecting the underwear they'd have to pass it out. So the other girl went and collected it and passed it out. Still the door wouldn't open.
The lead guy then called out and said that he'd tell them how to get out if they all came out from behind the boxes. now the girls knew for sure that the guys rather than the sensor where behind this. ut they came now officially freezing. The guys had them hands on head and twirl. My girl friend was Korean, jet black hair, small, but firm breasts with now very hard rose bud nipples, lovely well shaved triangle. can't say about the others never met them to my knowledge. he guys then showed them the lever. The girls kicked themselves since their ordeal wasn't yet over. hey had to walk out naked to get their clothes which the guys had sent now the belt. So they had to run to the end of it. it was probably 60 70 feet or even more long.
Bev by Bev
I met and married my husband in six months. He was in my country on a job. When I married him I no he’s a globe trotter. It was to be our marriage that I would move with him so we could be together always. I would get myself a job. It was always what I no bar work. The first job I have in Germany is on army camp. I’m doing okay then boss man says that to keep my job I must do the tradition. The tradition was to serve him and some regular visitors after time some beers with my boobs on show. I blush but was young and it was 1967 so I do it.
We move to another place in Germany and I got another job. Then we move again, and so on. Then I have a job in club. The owner says to get the job I have to show I’m a good team person. I had to strip to my under clothes and walk around the club so all could see. Just the staff.
We move over the sea to Arabia and are in a European compound. There is a club place there which sells illegal drink. My husband is not very god about me work there but he does not stop me. One night police come in and say that they no what we do. So they look every where. Then they go. Weeks on they come back and search place again this time they find a bottle or two. They say that they report it or they could have free drinks. Of course it was that they could have free drinks. But they want more. He want me to serve it to them without clothes. I say no but do it in just panties.
We are on move again and then again and end up in Britain. I get job at nice pub and everything is okay. I then get bet on a game of darts and loss. My loss is that I have to serve the man is beer in bikini for whole night next time I’m working.
Last one is that when I was in Holland before we go home and I have family I want for job at club. I not no it was that type of club so was very (don’t know English word). We say “verrast”. I had to take away my clothing and show everything to boss but not anyone else. I then find that I’m not to work there but another normal place.
We move to another place in Germany and I got another job. Then we move again, and so on. Then I have a job in club. The owner says to get the job I have to show I’m a good team person. I had to strip to my under clothes and walk around the club so all could see. Just the staff.
We move over the sea to Arabia and are in a European compound. There is a club place there which sells illegal drink. My husband is not very god about me work there but he does not stop me. One night police come in and say that they no what we do. So they look every where. Then they go. Weeks on they come back and search place again this time they find a bottle or two. They say that they report it or they could have free drinks. Of course it was that they could have free drinks. But they want more. He want me to serve it to them without clothes. I say no but do it in just panties.
We are on move again and then again and end up in Britain. I get job at nice pub and everything is okay. I then get bet on a game of darts and loss. My loss is that I have to serve the man is beer in bikini for whole night next time I’m working.
Last one is that when I was in Holland before we go home and I have family I want for job at club. I not no it was that type of club so was very (don’t know English word). We say “verrast”. I had to take away my clothing and show everything to boss but not anyone else. I then find that I’m not to work there but another normal place.
Lucy W
THESE MAY BE REPOSTS OTHER THAN BY THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR. GEORGE ADDED.
I love this site but have never posted my own story. All the stories about George's family and the other tales have brought my initiations back.
I come from a country village so had to travel to Bristol to do my training and for the first year we had to stay in the Nursing Home. The tricks and pranks that were played onto us were only the same ones that were played on the third years when they arrived, but I think that as each year goes by a little more gets added. That was certainly the case when it was our turn to introduce the "fun" parts to nursing to the new girls.
As soon as we arrived the new students were encouraged to become friends, easy we were all in the same boat, away from home, left boyfriends at home, a little homesick, and looking forward to all the challenges of nursing. Inevitably word got round of what was to happen to us once we got to our first wards. I think this is as bad as the actual event, we were told by "friendly" third years what was likely to happen, but don't worry it probably won't happen etc. Stories were discussed by us about cold clothed baths, sent for various joke errands, uniform removals to check sizes (which were not returned), and a whole set of strippings, shaving, and enemas which we put down to wind ups.
Someone had to be first on a ward and one of our group called Marsha started on an early shift others would be on a late shift and myself and a couple of others started the first week with our days off.
Marsha started terrified and reported for duty, she was welcomed to the ward and throughout the whole morning was wound up about what was going to happen to her at 3.O'clock. As the shift finished some other nurses gathered around the ward and as the shift finished she was grabbed by a group and carried towards the large room with the ward bath.
She was given a choice of going into the bath with her uniform on or off. She was so concerned about all the stories that she chose to be dunked with her uniform on. The water was freezing and the clothes were sticking to her but that seemed to be it, her initiation was over all she had to do was walk back dripping wet to the changing room and get changed.
When she came back with wet hair and told us all it did not seem so bad after all, so we started to stop worrying....big mistake.
The two girls from the late shift were not so lucky, they were not given a choice the uniform were removed and they were dunked in the water in their underwear and had to get back to the changing rooms like that. They were also told that the ceremonies would get progressively worse for the students until the last one was done.
I was going on a late shift when i started so I would be the worse, I was worried about this (rightly so). When I started everyone knew I was the last of the group which also meant that I would be witnessed by other students, the taunts during my shift were merciless I was told I was to taken to the sister hospital for them to deal with me and I would have to make my own way back. Thank goodness that was not the case but this is what happened to me.
It seemed to me that the late shift initiations were slightly more serious since there were less public around and by this time a couple of girls had to get back to the changing rooms with minimal clothing.
The usual crowd was gathering towards the end of the shift and the time came when I was grabbed. They lifted me onto a trolley and held me there as my uniform was stripped off me and handed to the ward sister. I was wheeled to the other end of the hospital where everyone had gone, they finished at 6.00.
During the journey my tights were rolled down and removed, my bra was unhooked and removed, and my panties were taken. It was impossible to see who was doing what the cheering and all the faces were there but I could not sit up to see what was happening or even where I was.
We eventually reached the bath area and the water was just switched on as I arrived so we had to wait until it filled. This made my dilemma worse as I was held down naked in a strange room with some people I had just met and some total strangers male and female. I was clearly the last student and already was by far the worst treated. I thought I would just have to wait until the bath filled and then get it over with and hopefully my student colleagues would come to my rescue. No chance, all ny student colleagues were asked to come up to me at the end of the trolley and one by one they were asked if they had been given training on pubic shaving yet. They all answered NO and a small tray was produced. I had already guessed the next bit, I struggled as hard as I could but many hands held me absolutely still as my "friends" had little choice but to shave me completely bald. I know now that they had no choice as I was going to be shaved anyway but anyone refusing would be joining me so I sort of understood eventually!
By this time the bath was full and I was dunked in it, it was the coldest water I have ever experienced and I let out an almighty scream but I was allowed to get out almost immediately. I had to stand while everyone clapped and cheered and started to leave the room.
All the student left and I was left with the nurses from my ward who told me to stay for a further three minutes after everyone had left then make my way back to the changing room. I tried to explain I had no idea where I was and no clue how to get back but I was rather sarcastically told that was the point!
It took me fifteen minutes to get back during which time I saw no nurses but every hospital porter on duty "met" me and gave me the wrong way to keep me there longer.
All these people became close and loyal friends over the years. We did sometimes talk about our experiences but since we all had similar things happen to us we soon stopped discussing them until it was our turn to spectators or administer.
I love this site but have never posted my own story. All the stories about George's family and the other tales have brought my initiations back.
I come from a country village so had to travel to Bristol to do my training and for the first year we had to stay in the Nursing Home. The tricks and pranks that were played onto us were only the same ones that were played on the third years when they arrived, but I think that as each year goes by a little more gets added. That was certainly the case when it was our turn to introduce the "fun" parts to nursing to the new girls.
As soon as we arrived the new students were encouraged to become friends, easy we were all in the same boat, away from home, left boyfriends at home, a little homesick, and looking forward to all the challenges of nursing. Inevitably word got round of what was to happen to us once we got to our first wards. I think this is as bad as the actual event, we were told by "friendly" third years what was likely to happen, but don't worry it probably won't happen etc. Stories were discussed by us about cold clothed baths, sent for various joke errands, uniform removals to check sizes (which were not returned), and a whole set of strippings, shaving, and enemas which we put down to wind ups.
Someone had to be first on a ward and one of our group called Marsha started on an early shift others would be on a late shift and myself and a couple of others started the first week with our days off.
Marsha started terrified and reported for duty, she was welcomed to the ward and throughout the whole morning was wound up about what was going to happen to her at 3.O'clock. As the shift finished some other nurses gathered around the ward and as the shift finished she was grabbed by a group and carried towards the large room with the ward bath.
She was given a choice of going into the bath with her uniform on or off. She was so concerned about all the stories that she chose to be dunked with her uniform on. The water was freezing and the clothes were sticking to her but that seemed to be it, her initiation was over all she had to do was walk back dripping wet to the changing room and get changed.
When she came back with wet hair and told us all it did not seem so bad after all, so we started to stop worrying....big mistake.
The two girls from the late shift were not so lucky, they were not given a choice the uniform were removed and they were dunked in the water in their underwear and had to get back to the changing rooms like that. They were also told that the ceremonies would get progressively worse for the students until the last one was done.
I was going on a late shift when i started so I would be the worse, I was worried about this (rightly so). When I started everyone knew I was the last of the group which also meant that I would be witnessed by other students, the taunts during my shift were merciless I was told I was to taken to the sister hospital for them to deal with me and I would have to make my own way back. Thank goodness that was not the case but this is what happened to me.
It seemed to me that the late shift initiations were slightly more serious since there were less public around and by this time a couple of girls had to get back to the changing rooms with minimal clothing.
The usual crowd was gathering towards the end of the shift and the time came when I was grabbed. They lifted me onto a trolley and held me there as my uniform was stripped off me and handed to the ward sister. I was wheeled to the other end of the hospital where everyone had gone, they finished at 6.00.
During the journey my tights were rolled down and removed, my bra was unhooked and removed, and my panties were taken. It was impossible to see who was doing what the cheering and all the faces were there but I could not sit up to see what was happening or even where I was.
We eventually reached the bath area and the water was just switched on as I arrived so we had to wait until it filled. This made my dilemma worse as I was held down naked in a strange room with some people I had just met and some total strangers male and female. I was clearly the last student and already was by far the worst treated. I thought I would just have to wait until the bath filled and then get it over with and hopefully my student colleagues would come to my rescue. No chance, all ny student colleagues were asked to come up to me at the end of the trolley and one by one they were asked if they had been given training on pubic shaving yet. They all answered NO and a small tray was produced. I had already guessed the next bit, I struggled as hard as I could but many hands held me absolutely still as my "friends" had little choice but to shave me completely bald. I know now that they had no choice as I was going to be shaved anyway but anyone refusing would be joining me so I sort of understood eventually!
By this time the bath was full and I was dunked in it, it was the coldest water I have ever experienced and I let out an almighty scream but I was allowed to get out almost immediately. I had to stand while everyone clapped and cheered and started to leave the room.
All the student left and I was left with the nurses from my ward who told me to stay for a further three minutes after everyone had left then make my way back to the changing room. I tried to explain I had no idea where I was and no clue how to get back but I was rather sarcastically told that was the point!
It took me fifteen minutes to get back during which time I saw no nurses but every hospital porter on duty "met" me and gave me the wrong way to keep me there longer.
All these people became close and loyal friends over the years. We did sometimes talk about our experiences but since we all had similar things happen to us we soon stopped discussing them until it was our turn to spectators or administer.
Liz W
THIS MAY BE A REPOST OTHER THAN BY THE AUTHOR. GEORGE ADDED.
This theme appears to be a rich seam of initiation strippings, random strippings, birthday strippings, and pre-marriage strippings. Many are accompanied with pubic shaves and/or further humiliation by having to streak in public places or find their way back to the changing rooms on their own.
A couple of other stories from Liz:
One involved her best friend Martha who was stripped as a student on a regular basis. She was the life and soul of any party particularly attractive with a full shapely figure even in her teens which made her a target and top of the "request" list from the hospital porters. Her first experience was when she was a student in the nurses home, she was dragged out of the TV room when a crowd of third years came back off shift via the pub. She was stripped naked in the corridor and taken into the nearby shower room. Being well developed she had a massive bush until that moment untrimmed.
They leant her into the bath and kept her feet dangling on the floor at the end of the bath with her pubic area sticking into the air. They shaved her smooth despite her protests and carried her out into the snow and rolled her in it before hanging her key from the entrance sign at the end of the drive.
Most nurses expect a welcome which involves nudity but this was unheard of as a student's first contact. She had little choice but to run down for her key and let herself back in. True to form the complete home was there to welcome her back and congratulated her. She had been a little afraid to return but there was nothing to worry about.
Martha holds the record for bath initiations her indignations and resistance together with her eventual acceptance probably made her a target. The hospital porters did do a lot of suggestions at that hospital and most times nurses would be happier doing the deed than their name being on the list. Twice she was an additional entertainment after another student's initiation bath.
Another colleague was made up to be a sister and the whole ward came in to "congratulate" her on her first morning. As was the traditional welcome she was surprised to see everyone to see her and tried to get onto the ward as quick as possible but that would be unlucky. She too was stripped naked and her pubic hair completely removed, she was then redressed in lacy stockings hold ups and her blue uniform was put back on her with no underwear, she had to do the whole shift like that and every doctors knew and commented and touched her in friendly way but just to confirm what they had been told.
At the finish of her shift everyone on duty crowded into the changing room as she was given her underwear back and told to put it back on now. By now you probably realise that refusal would result in a worse fate so she did as she was asked and they had a quick glass of wine to celebrate her promotion.
There a few stories coming out of leaving celebrations and "send offs" which are on a similar theme of forced nudity and occasional shaving and humiliating streaks through hospitals or pubs.
Nurses are probably the most devious creatures to work alongside they are all working in such a stressful profession that they get release on each other.
The other things that regularly happened to new students are:
During the initiation ceremony only half the pubic hair was removed. This was only done to the most mischievous of the students and the ones who appeared a little too cocky for their own good. The stamp was not administered at this point so therefore the initiation was not complete. There were a number of excuses used for this either the student would have to go through the whole thing again with another shift and suffer the embarrassment of being naked in front of the collection of colleagues and staff with a half shaved pussy, or she would at some point be "delivered" in a suitable manner to the hospital porters who usually shaved the male patients.
As you remember Liz returned to the ward on the trolley some others were not so lucky they had to find their own way back naked, some were hijacked by other wards to claimed the student as she had done some work for them, and one was even shaved in front of the cheering crowd. Another poor girl was fastened into a laundry bag and taken to the laundry for their amusement before returning eventually to the ward in scrubs to complete her initiation.
I think I have got all the tales from Liz but will keep trying for more but them coming I think there is a rich seam of stories from this source.
Loved reading the stories on workplace initiations. My neighbour is a nurse and has eventually "spilled the beans" on some of their outrageous initiations.
They are usually taken to the large baths where they have the choice to be put in fully clothed, in their underwear, or naked. Liz was hijacked at her ward, she knew this would happen soon after starting but did not expect the crowd to be mixed and so large. Everyone available in the hospital crowded round her as she was lifted on to a trolley. She was fastened securely by straps to her arms and legs and wheeled off in the direction of the bath room.
Just before her last turn into the room the nurses from her own ward directed the trolley into the large linen room and closed the door. One of the senior nurses explained that once in the room the water would be freezing and the tradition for their ward was that since there were so many guys spectators all her nurses forfeited their bra so that the guys could see their nipples through the uniform, there was little option here basically agree to remove your bra or we will remove it for you. Her straps were loosened and Liz reluctantly agreed and removed her bra. Firm hands pushed her back onto the trolley and the straps were tightened again, her bra was then hung over one of the stirrup stands at the end of the trolley. Next to her amazement the straps holding her legs were loosened and six pairs of experienced hands expertly lifted her up and her tiny pants were quickly removed and hung on the other stirrup. She was embarrassed but at the same time relieved still to be wearing her uniform as all the taunts for the previous week had painted several pictures of various humiliating situations nurses are the most devious set of workmates to have. She was wheeled into a packed room with doctors, hospital porters and nurses from most wards in the hospital, surely this was going to be over with quick.
She felt that everyone seemed to be in on a secret and the cheering was probably for the underwear on display and the obvious fact that she was naked under the uniform.
Her straps were loosened again and about 12 nurses 6 on each side lifted her clear of the trolley and carried her with ceremony over to the ice cold bath. The room was going crazy with shouting and cheering then........STOP.
The Head Nursing Officer stepped into the room and demanded to know what was going on, the senior nurses explained that this was Liz's initiation bath and that it was just good "clean" fun. The Nursing Officer said she could see that but it was against hospital practice to damage any hospital property and that included uniforms. Liz's heart raced and dropped to the floor at the same time as she realised what the secret was, this was a stitch up or rather a stitch off as the nurses were "ordered" to remove Liz's uniform and continue with the initiation.
Liz was helpless it took them about 8 seconds to pull her uniform off her helpless naked body and the room went berserk. She was unceremoniously dumped into the water as everyone stayed well out the way of splashing.
The water was absolutely freezing and she knew quickly when she got out she would be on full display but realised that this was something that all her colleagues had been through and that they had all been display naked so got up twirled stepped from the bath and took a bow. Everyone in the room applauded and cheered. She was then lifted soaking wet and strapped back on the trolley, covered with a thin bed sheet and slowly driven round the wards of the hospital. She noticed that predictably her bra and panties were no longer on the stirrups but just at this moment that was the least of her worries.
Most nurses who missed the show sprayed the sheet with water and it became more and more see through as she was driven round the hospital back to her ward.
Throughout all the teasing and taunting none of this trip or the stripping had been mentioned so she was now at the mercy of an initiation which had been kept a closely guarded secret.
Arriving back at the ward she was told that there were two more parts to the initiation but just to lie back and relax for the first part as it did not involve any more public nudity. The trolley was manoeuvred back into the nurses canteen rest area and the sheet removed she was shivering with cold and a sense of anticipation what was going to happen next?
Her legs were freed and lifted into the stirrups, it was the explained that the last part was merely a formality she was going to be "stamped" with the ward stamp to prove that she was fully initiated and a fully fledged member of the ward staff. The ward sister would have to do the honours but there was a problem! traditionally the ward would stamp the ward stamp on the nurses pubic area but with all that hair there they would have to make a space. A colleague brought over a small tray which Liz recognised immediately, she was going to be shaved. With little choice and no chance of stopping them Liz lay absolutely still and pleaded with them as they slowly lathered her and shaved her pubic hair completely off. Sister stamped the freshly shaved area and Liz was then freed at last from her straps. The changing room was next door so a quick dash to get dried and dressed was in order.
All her colleagues followed her in and cuddled her and congratulated her on being a credit to the ward and being such a good sport. With absence of any underwear still Liz quickly got dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt ready for the promised celebration drink over in the pub which the hospital used as a regular haunt.
Nurses like any excuse to celebrate so there was plenty of people from the afternoon there to wish her well and Liz felt really proud to be a member of such a good bunch of workmates. They still had a couple of hours to go until the evening shift finished so they started drinking straight away. Liz did not have to buy any drinks at all strangers from the afternoon show came over and bought drinks for her all night. She is not a huge drinker so she shared them with the ward nurses there and she doesn’t reckon they spent a thing the whole night. Liz was the star of the evening and all her worried faded away as she was welcomed into the hospital staff proper.
Around 9.45pm the evening shift came over, the night shift had come in early to let them away and they immediately started to try and make up for lost time. Even the ward sister was there celebrating Liz was beginning to see a different side to all her colleagues.
After about half an hour someone suggested a ward photograph, so Liz being the star and centre of attraction was placed in the middle with her arms over the shoulders of two of her colleagues. There were quite a few on this ward and there was another row behind her and she was aware of them pushing in on her.
The group was standing with it's back to the rest of the bar and facing into a little alcove which was just big enough for the fifteen or so nurses from the ward. Liz was relaxed as she thought her initiation was over until the ward sister said that they would be having the normal proof of initiation photographs the stamp of approval must be in the photograph . At that point Liz's hands were firmly grasped and held up over the shoulders of the girls next to her. Her belt was undone for her jeans and they were unbuttoned by anonymous fingers from behind her and pulled down and over her ankles, her sweatshirt was easily removed and once again she was naked but this time nobody else in the bar could see.
Magically her underwear appeared on the table and after a quick photograph she was shielded by her colleagues as she got dressed in double quick time.
That was it and it was all over, now that it was done she started to hear some of the stories from other hospitals and how a stuck up bitch from that ward was abandoned with no clothing after the photo shoot in the pub. She had no end of choice of willing Samaritans that night but do you really need to go home wearing only a doctors white coat?
This theme appears to be a rich seam of initiation strippings, random strippings, birthday strippings, and pre-marriage strippings. Many are accompanied with pubic shaves and/or further humiliation by having to streak in public places or find their way back to the changing rooms on their own.
A couple of other stories from Liz:
One involved her best friend Martha who was stripped as a student on a regular basis. She was the life and soul of any party particularly attractive with a full shapely figure even in her teens which made her a target and top of the "request" list from the hospital porters. Her first experience was when she was a student in the nurses home, she was dragged out of the TV room when a crowd of third years came back off shift via the pub. She was stripped naked in the corridor and taken into the nearby shower room. Being well developed she had a massive bush until that moment untrimmed.
They leant her into the bath and kept her feet dangling on the floor at the end of the bath with her pubic area sticking into the air. They shaved her smooth despite her protests and carried her out into the snow and rolled her in it before hanging her key from the entrance sign at the end of the drive.
Most nurses expect a welcome which involves nudity but this was unheard of as a student's first contact. She had little choice but to run down for her key and let herself back in. True to form the complete home was there to welcome her back and congratulated her. She had been a little afraid to return but there was nothing to worry about.
Martha holds the record for bath initiations her indignations and resistance together with her eventual acceptance probably made her a target. The hospital porters did do a lot of suggestions at that hospital and most times nurses would be happier doing the deed than their name being on the list. Twice she was an additional entertainment after another student's initiation bath.
Another colleague was made up to be a sister and the whole ward came in to "congratulate" her on her first morning. As was the traditional welcome she was surprised to see everyone to see her and tried to get onto the ward as quick as possible but that would be unlucky. She too was stripped naked and her pubic hair completely removed, she was then redressed in lacy stockings hold ups and her blue uniform was put back on her with no underwear, she had to do the whole shift like that and every doctors knew and commented and touched her in friendly way but just to confirm what they had been told.
At the finish of her shift everyone on duty crowded into the changing room as she was given her underwear back and told to put it back on now. By now you probably realise that refusal would result in a worse fate so she did as she was asked and they had a quick glass of wine to celebrate her promotion.
There a few stories coming out of leaving celebrations and "send offs" which are on a similar theme of forced nudity and occasional shaving and humiliating streaks through hospitals or pubs.
Nurses are probably the most devious creatures to work alongside they are all working in such a stressful profession that they get release on each other.
The other things that regularly happened to new students are:
During the initiation ceremony only half the pubic hair was removed. This was only done to the most mischievous of the students and the ones who appeared a little too cocky for their own good. The stamp was not administered at this point so therefore the initiation was not complete. There were a number of excuses used for this either the student would have to go through the whole thing again with another shift and suffer the embarrassment of being naked in front of the collection of colleagues and staff with a half shaved pussy, or she would at some point be "delivered" in a suitable manner to the hospital porters who usually shaved the male patients.
As you remember Liz returned to the ward on the trolley some others were not so lucky they had to find their own way back naked, some were hijacked by other wards to claimed the student as she had done some work for them, and one was even shaved in front of the cheering crowd. Another poor girl was fastened into a laundry bag and taken to the laundry for their amusement before returning eventually to the ward in scrubs to complete her initiation.
I think I have got all the tales from Liz but will keep trying for more but them coming I think there is a rich seam of stories from this source.
Loved reading the stories on workplace initiations. My neighbour is a nurse and has eventually "spilled the beans" on some of their outrageous initiations.
They are usually taken to the large baths where they have the choice to be put in fully clothed, in their underwear, or naked. Liz was hijacked at her ward, she knew this would happen soon after starting but did not expect the crowd to be mixed and so large. Everyone available in the hospital crowded round her as she was lifted on to a trolley. She was fastened securely by straps to her arms and legs and wheeled off in the direction of the bath room.
Just before her last turn into the room the nurses from her own ward directed the trolley into the large linen room and closed the door. One of the senior nurses explained that once in the room the water would be freezing and the tradition for their ward was that since there were so many guys spectators all her nurses forfeited their bra so that the guys could see their nipples through the uniform, there was little option here basically agree to remove your bra or we will remove it for you. Her straps were loosened and Liz reluctantly agreed and removed her bra. Firm hands pushed her back onto the trolley and the straps were tightened again, her bra was then hung over one of the stirrup stands at the end of the trolley. Next to her amazement the straps holding her legs were loosened and six pairs of experienced hands expertly lifted her up and her tiny pants were quickly removed and hung on the other stirrup. She was embarrassed but at the same time relieved still to be wearing her uniform as all the taunts for the previous week had painted several pictures of various humiliating situations nurses are the most devious set of workmates to have. She was wheeled into a packed room with doctors, hospital porters and nurses from most wards in the hospital, surely this was going to be over with quick.
She felt that everyone seemed to be in on a secret and the cheering was probably for the underwear on display and the obvious fact that she was naked under the uniform.
Her straps were loosened again and about 12 nurses 6 on each side lifted her clear of the trolley and carried her with ceremony over to the ice cold bath. The room was going crazy with shouting and cheering then........STOP.
The Head Nursing Officer stepped into the room and demanded to know what was going on, the senior nurses explained that this was Liz's initiation bath and that it was just good "clean" fun. The Nursing Officer said she could see that but it was against hospital practice to damage any hospital property and that included uniforms. Liz's heart raced and dropped to the floor at the same time as she realised what the secret was, this was a stitch up or rather a stitch off as the nurses were "ordered" to remove Liz's uniform and continue with the initiation.
Liz was helpless it took them about 8 seconds to pull her uniform off her helpless naked body and the room went berserk. She was unceremoniously dumped into the water as everyone stayed well out the way of splashing.
The water was absolutely freezing and she knew quickly when she got out she would be on full display but realised that this was something that all her colleagues had been through and that they had all been display naked so got up twirled stepped from the bath and took a bow. Everyone in the room applauded and cheered. She was then lifted soaking wet and strapped back on the trolley, covered with a thin bed sheet and slowly driven round the wards of the hospital. She noticed that predictably her bra and panties were no longer on the stirrups but just at this moment that was the least of her worries.
Most nurses who missed the show sprayed the sheet with water and it became more and more see through as she was driven round the hospital back to her ward.
Throughout all the teasing and taunting none of this trip or the stripping had been mentioned so she was now at the mercy of an initiation which had been kept a closely guarded secret.
Arriving back at the ward she was told that there were two more parts to the initiation but just to lie back and relax for the first part as it did not involve any more public nudity. The trolley was manoeuvred back into the nurses canteen rest area and the sheet removed she was shivering with cold and a sense of anticipation what was going to happen next?
Her legs were freed and lifted into the stirrups, it was the explained that the last part was merely a formality she was going to be "stamped" with the ward stamp to prove that she was fully initiated and a fully fledged member of the ward staff. The ward sister would have to do the honours but there was a problem! traditionally the ward would stamp the ward stamp on the nurses pubic area but with all that hair there they would have to make a space. A colleague brought over a small tray which Liz recognised immediately, she was going to be shaved. With little choice and no chance of stopping them Liz lay absolutely still and pleaded with them as they slowly lathered her and shaved her pubic hair completely off. Sister stamped the freshly shaved area and Liz was then freed at last from her straps. The changing room was next door so a quick dash to get dried and dressed was in order.
All her colleagues followed her in and cuddled her and congratulated her on being a credit to the ward and being such a good sport. With absence of any underwear still Liz quickly got dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt ready for the promised celebration drink over in the pub which the hospital used as a regular haunt.
Nurses like any excuse to celebrate so there was plenty of people from the afternoon there to wish her well and Liz felt really proud to be a member of such a good bunch of workmates. They still had a couple of hours to go until the evening shift finished so they started drinking straight away. Liz did not have to buy any drinks at all strangers from the afternoon show came over and bought drinks for her all night. She is not a huge drinker so she shared them with the ward nurses there and she doesn’t reckon they spent a thing the whole night. Liz was the star of the evening and all her worried faded away as she was welcomed into the hospital staff proper.
Around 9.45pm the evening shift came over, the night shift had come in early to let them away and they immediately started to try and make up for lost time. Even the ward sister was there celebrating Liz was beginning to see a different side to all her colleagues.
After about half an hour someone suggested a ward photograph, so Liz being the star and centre of attraction was placed in the middle with her arms over the shoulders of two of her colleagues. There were quite a few on this ward and there was another row behind her and she was aware of them pushing in on her.
The group was standing with it's back to the rest of the bar and facing into a little alcove which was just big enough for the fifteen or so nurses from the ward. Liz was relaxed as she thought her initiation was over until the ward sister said that they would be having the normal proof of initiation photographs the stamp of approval must be in the photograph . At that point Liz's hands were firmly grasped and held up over the shoulders of the girls next to her. Her belt was undone for her jeans and they were unbuttoned by anonymous fingers from behind her and pulled down and over her ankles, her sweatshirt was easily removed and once again she was naked but this time nobody else in the bar could see.
Magically her underwear appeared on the table and after a quick photograph she was shielded by her colleagues as she got dressed in double quick time.
That was it and it was all over, now that it was done she started to hear some of the stories from other hospitals and how a stuck up bitch from that ward was abandoned with no clothing after the photo shoot in the pub. She had no end of choice of willing Samaritans that night but do you really need to go home wearing only a doctors white coat?
Exchanged Visit by Sal Stevenage
Some years ago my hospital entered into an exchange agreement with another hospital in another country. We would send them a small group of nurses to assess their situation and make recommendations. This team would be away for six weeks. My friend another sister on another ward in our unit was selected to go. She had a whale of a time. Sun, sea, golden beaches, great natural tan, and so on.
The agreement included that 50 of their nurses could come over to the UK and work in our hospital for up to six months. It would take a year to complete this phase of the exchange.
About three months into this phase the rumour mill reported that two of the nurses on this exchanged had been dunked. Dunking is our hospital tradition along with many other hospitals. Dunking still goes on today it not a thing of the past. Its not an initiation that is not every student nurse gets dunked. It tend to be used as a whim to celebrate a birthday, engagement, wedding or most likely a leaving. This is why the two exchange nurses where dunked. The dunkings are 50/50 in uniforms or underwear. Occasional topless and very, very occasionally naked. You usually here of two or three per year. Being a very large one site metropolitan hospital having a nurse staff of over 1,000 plus agency nurses with other paramedical staff it’s a very small number. Admittedly when I training back in the 1980s it seemed more common but that might well be the rose tinted glasses.
After these two exchange nurses had been dunked in just underwear the other exchange nurses left behind seemed to become angry with us. They refused to go into bathrooms, and just generally slowed things up and caused annoyance. After a day and a half of this on my ward I got my exchange nurse in and asked what the problem was. She explained that the dunking of the other two nurses was regarded as an insult in their culture. I explained as best I could our tradition and the fact that it was meant as a compliment that they had really become part of the team. Although still not forgiving she now seemed to understand.
Unfortunately, things on another two wards, one being my friends didn’t resolve so amicably. The nurses refused to work unless they had an apology. You see their culture as a very strong social bond, so the stripping and dunking of the two leavers was as if you’d dunked the lot of them. They felt each one of them deserved an apology. Well the sisters apologised but that wasn’t good enough they felt that each nurse should apologise. Well this caused tension but senior management insisted on the apology because of the amount of money they where getting for this exchange visit.
Our nurses where so incensed by this that a reprisal was inevitable. Rumours started to spread about what would happen to the exchange nurses on their departure. Putting the frighteners on them. Eventually a rumour circulated that two exchange nurses had been stripped naked and dunked one supposedly on my friends ward.
Within another couple of weeks the exchange was coming to and end. The plan was that now the small team of nurses sent out would return and assess what improvements had been made due to their initial report and the exchange. My friend was packing a few days before she was due to go when she slipped on something on the stairs and end up in a cast. The senior nurse asked me if I would step in since everything was arranged and they didn’t want to waste money and it was hoped to do other exchanges. Even though being two sisters down on the unit would be a strain it was felt more important that the exchange went smoothly after the recent incidents which had been officially complained about when the exchanges nurses arrived home. Well given my friends reports of last time I agreed readily.
We where met at the airport and taken to our hotel. Well it was luxurious. It had all the facilities you could imaging. We started our work and the best way to describe the hospital is that it was on power with the best NHS hospitals of the 1980s. It was 2005. The main reason for this was that most of the equipment was ex-NHS 1980 kit reconditioned. New stuff which they had bought as the result of the exchange remained in its box because there where not enough trained nurses in its use. We recommended a training programme and other things to bring the hospital up to a more modern functioning. The nurses who’d been before said that they had already moved 20 years in a year.
The nurses that where with me where all senior staff nurses or sisters. I knew them all very well, well, or at least names and where they worked. But sitting around the pool or laying out on the beach we all son became friends.
A few days before leaving I was sitting in the hospitals lounge when the unofficial head of the local nurses and kind of union representative asked me if I’d ever been dunked. I said that I’d been dunked as a student nurse when I got engaged. She was very curious about the dunkings and I felt somewhat unsure about talking about them for fear that they where trying to collect information to be used against us. Later that day or the next we UK nurses where sat around the pool. It turned out that the staff nurse of the ward where the two nurses where dunked in underwear had been asked the same series of questions. Another sister who was off the unit but not the ward where the other nurse had been dunked stripped had also been challenged.
Our last day of work was to be a Thursday. We would fly home the following Tuesday. It was planned to be a weekend holiday as a reward. It had been arranged that there would be a formal farewell ceremony at the end of the day. Just after lunch two nurses came up to me and said they wanted to show me a project they had been working on. I followed them thinking nothing of it. We walked down to the basement area. I’d been down there many times. It was used as an equipment store and workshop along with the laundry and grubby changing rooms. Which after the first day we did not use.
The staff nurse off the ward where the other nurse had been stripped joined us with another two nurses. She said that they’d told her that they had been sprucing up the changing rooms for us to use next time. That was future exchanges rather than us personally.
The nurses opened the changing room doors and I could sense the presence of others already inside. As I walked through the door I knew what I was in for. The other sister was already there. She was being restrained by two of the local nurses. She was completely naked. Before I could say or do anything extra pairs of hands grabbed me and pulled me in. The same fate happened to the other staff nurse. It did not take long for them to strip me completely naked. The staff nurse put up a good fight but she two was soon naked. We then where pushed through the changing room doors into the corridor, absolutely panic stricken. We where taken about 20 feet down the corridor and pushed through some plastic sheeting doors. On the other side was a deep bath, like you see on TV in players dressing rooms. It was full of very, very cold water as I found out seconds later.
The local stood around laughing and pointing at us. Talking in their own language. They then left and we still very naked and nothing around to cover with walked back to the changing rooms. The changing rooms where empty by that I mean our clothes had gone. We quickly thought what to do and decided the laundry would at least have towels for us to dry ourselves and to wrap around us while we thought what to do next.
We entered the laundry and the two old women on burst out laughing and pointing. We tried to explain that we need them to get someone but unlike the nurses they did not speak any English. We managed a towel and another one to wrap ourselves in.
Upstairs the leaving function had started and people grow impatient at our absence. Being late is another of this countries taboos. After a while the head local person, the official one, asked others in our group where we where. They did not know. Then a senior local nurse whispered something and the head nurse laughed.
“It seems we have learned more than your nursing” she said.
One of our group with one of the local nurses was sent to fetch us. Of course we couldn’t go like that so the local nurse called the head nurse who announced to the room our plight. The location of our clothes was then somehow communicated by the spirits and after a further ten minutes or so we where reunited with them.
It turns out that the nurses had a tradition of their own. The plunge pool. But what had upset them about our tradition wasn’t the doing of the act it was the fact that everyone knew who’d been done by the rumour mill. For a social culture they where very private people about certain things. One was that you would never tell another person that you had been without clothes, that was regarded as being depraved.
The agreement included that 50 of their nurses could come over to the UK and work in our hospital for up to six months. It would take a year to complete this phase of the exchange.
About three months into this phase the rumour mill reported that two of the nurses on this exchanged had been dunked. Dunking is our hospital tradition along with many other hospitals. Dunking still goes on today it not a thing of the past. Its not an initiation that is not every student nurse gets dunked. It tend to be used as a whim to celebrate a birthday, engagement, wedding or most likely a leaving. This is why the two exchange nurses where dunked. The dunkings are 50/50 in uniforms or underwear. Occasional topless and very, very occasionally naked. You usually here of two or three per year. Being a very large one site metropolitan hospital having a nurse staff of over 1,000 plus agency nurses with other paramedical staff it’s a very small number. Admittedly when I training back in the 1980s it seemed more common but that might well be the rose tinted glasses.
After these two exchange nurses had been dunked in just underwear the other exchange nurses left behind seemed to become angry with us. They refused to go into bathrooms, and just generally slowed things up and caused annoyance. After a day and a half of this on my ward I got my exchange nurse in and asked what the problem was. She explained that the dunking of the other two nurses was regarded as an insult in their culture. I explained as best I could our tradition and the fact that it was meant as a compliment that they had really become part of the team. Although still not forgiving she now seemed to understand.
Unfortunately, things on another two wards, one being my friends didn’t resolve so amicably. The nurses refused to work unless they had an apology. You see their culture as a very strong social bond, so the stripping and dunking of the two leavers was as if you’d dunked the lot of them. They felt each one of them deserved an apology. Well the sisters apologised but that wasn’t good enough they felt that each nurse should apologise. Well this caused tension but senior management insisted on the apology because of the amount of money they where getting for this exchange visit.
Our nurses where so incensed by this that a reprisal was inevitable. Rumours started to spread about what would happen to the exchange nurses on their departure. Putting the frighteners on them. Eventually a rumour circulated that two exchange nurses had been stripped naked and dunked one supposedly on my friends ward.
Within another couple of weeks the exchange was coming to and end. The plan was that now the small team of nurses sent out would return and assess what improvements had been made due to their initial report and the exchange. My friend was packing a few days before she was due to go when she slipped on something on the stairs and end up in a cast. The senior nurse asked me if I would step in since everything was arranged and they didn’t want to waste money and it was hoped to do other exchanges. Even though being two sisters down on the unit would be a strain it was felt more important that the exchange went smoothly after the recent incidents which had been officially complained about when the exchanges nurses arrived home. Well given my friends reports of last time I agreed readily.
We where met at the airport and taken to our hotel. Well it was luxurious. It had all the facilities you could imaging. We started our work and the best way to describe the hospital is that it was on power with the best NHS hospitals of the 1980s. It was 2005. The main reason for this was that most of the equipment was ex-NHS 1980 kit reconditioned. New stuff which they had bought as the result of the exchange remained in its box because there where not enough trained nurses in its use. We recommended a training programme and other things to bring the hospital up to a more modern functioning. The nurses who’d been before said that they had already moved 20 years in a year.
The nurses that where with me where all senior staff nurses or sisters. I knew them all very well, well, or at least names and where they worked. But sitting around the pool or laying out on the beach we all son became friends.
A few days before leaving I was sitting in the hospitals lounge when the unofficial head of the local nurses and kind of union representative asked me if I’d ever been dunked. I said that I’d been dunked as a student nurse when I got engaged. She was very curious about the dunkings and I felt somewhat unsure about talking about them for fear that they where trying to collect information to be used against us. Later that day or the next we UK nurses where sat around the pool. It turned out that the staff nurse of the ward where the two nurses where dunked in underwear had been asked the same series of questions. Another sister who was off the unit but not the ward where the other nurse had been dunked stripped had also been challenged.
Our last day of work was to be a Thursday. We would fly home the following Tuesday. It was planned to be a weekend holiday as a reward. It had been arranged that there would be a formal farewell ceremony at the end of the day. Just after lunch two nurses came up to me and said they wanted to show me a project they had been working on. I followed them thinking nothing of it. We walked down to the basement area. I’d been down there many times. It was used as an equipment store and workshop along with the laundry and grubby changing rooms. Which after the first day we did not use.
The staff nurse off the ward where the other nurse had been stripped joined us with another two nurses. She said that they’d told her that they had been sprucing up the changing rooms for us to use next time. That was future exchanges rather than us personally.
The nurses opened the changing room doors and I could sense the presence of others already inside. As I walked through the door I knew what I was in for. The other sister was already there. She was being restrained by two of the local nurses. She was completely naked. Before I could say or do anything extra pairs of hands grabbed me and pulled me in. The same fate happened to the other staff nurse. It did not take long for them to strip me completely naked. The staff nurse put up a good fight but she two was soon naked. We then where pushed through the changing room doors into the corridor, absolutely panic stricken. We where taken about 20 feet down the corridor and pushed through some plastic sheeting doors. On the other side was a deep bath, like you see on TV in players dressing rooms. It was full of very, very cold water as I found out seconds later.
The local stood around laughing and pointing at us. Talking in their own language. They then left and we still very naked and nothing around to cover with walked back to the changing rooms. The changing rooms where empty by that I mean our clothes had gone. We quickly thought what to do and decided the laundry would at least have towels for us to dry ourselves and to wrap around us while we thought what to do next.
We entered the laundry and the two old women on burst out laughing and pointing. We tried to explain that we need them to get someone but unlike the nurses they did not speak any English. We managed a towel and another one to wrap ourselves in.
Upstairs the leaving function had started and people grow impatient at our absence. Being late is another of this countries taboos. After a while the head local person, the official one, asked others in our group where we where. They did not know. Then a senior local nurse whispered something and the head nurse laughed.
“It seems we have learned more than your nursing” she said.
One of our group with one of the local nurses was sent to fetch us. Of course we couldn’t go like that so the local nurse called the head nurse who announced to the room our plight. The location of our clothes was then somehow communicated by the spirits and after a further ten minutes or so we where reunited with them.
It turns out that the nurses had a tradition of their own. The plunge pool. But what had upset them about our tradition wasn’t the doing of the act it was the fact that everyone knew who’d been done by the rumour mill. For a social culture they where very private people about certain things. One was that you would never tell another person that you had been without clothes, that was regarded as being depraved.
Girl friend's Mum by Not A Future Son-in-Law
I’ve always been intrigued by stories of initiations. I don’t have a tale of my own about initiations but the story from Sal prompted me to write. My girl friend’s mum works in a hospital she’s a manager. Not sure if she was formerly a nurses or not. My girlfriend works as a dental nurse which as nothing to do with the story. About the time Sal’s story was set, circa 2005 my girl friend’s mum was asked to lead a team of hospital staff to a Eastern European country which boarders the black sea. I feel this may be the country that Sal is avoiding naming.
She’d been there a few days and was due home in a few days. The lady who was her escort from the local hospital who spoke very good English said that she’d arrange something special for my girl friend’s mother. They met at the agreed time and set off walking through the old streets of the city. They disappeared down alleys and through little court yards before arriving at a very grubby door. My girl friend’s mother says she was very apprehensive at this point but trusted the woman escorting her.
The woman knocked on the door and it was opened by a older woman who beckoned them in. Once in side they where in a stone room and two other women appeared. The women started to undress my friend’s mother and her escort. A little frighten at first the escort reassured my girl friend’s mother. Soon the woman had stripped her completely, clothes jewels, everything.
They then gently pushed the women through the narrow opening in the wall opposite the door and into a plunge pool of freezing water. My girl friend’s mother’s breath was taken away. The women then beckon her out with the other woman and they where plunged into a warm pool, then back to the cold pool. They had to walk between the pools completely naked. They where then taken to a bench, where the women gave the two women a all over massage. My girl friend’s mother says it was the best she’s ever had. After the massage they want into the steam room and sat and drank tea.
My girl friend’s mother says she forgot that she was completely naked. It didn’t seem to bother her escort or the other woman.
The next day back at the local hospital over morning break, or lunch or at least a cup of coffee my girl friend’s mother starts to tell about the wonderful adventure. The shock and horror on the other peoples faces was immediate and overwhelming. My girlfriend’s mother tried to explain that she wasn’t complaining but saying what a wonderful experience it had been. Then her escort arrived and realised what was being discussed. She pointed out that they weren’t horrified that she’d been for a bath and massage but that she would talk about being naked.
Cultures are very funny things.
She’d been there a few days and was due home in a few days. The lady who was her escort from the local hospital who spoke very good English said that she’d arrange something special for my girl friend’s mother. They met at the agreed time and set off walking through the old streets of the city. They disappeared down alleys and through little court yards before arriving at a very grubby door. My girl friend’s mother says she was very apprehensive at this point but trusted the woman escorting her.
The woman knocked on the door and it was opened by a older woman who beckoned them in. Once in side they where in a stone room and two other women appeared. The women started to undress my friend’s mother and her escort. A little frighten at first the escort reassured my girl friend’s mother. Soon the woman had stripped her completely, clothes jewels, everything.
They then gently pushed the women through the narrow opening in the wall opposite the door and into a plunge pool of freezing water. My girl friend’s mother’s breath was taken away. The women then beckon her out with the other woman and they where plunged into a warm pool, then back to the cold pool. They had to walk between the pools completely naked. They where then taken to a bench, where the women gave the two women a all over massage. My girl friend’s mother says it was the best she’s ever had. After the massage they want into the steam room and sat and drank tea.
My girl friend’s mother says she forgot that she was completely naked. It didn’t seem to bother her escort or the other woman.
The next day back at the local hospital over morning break, or lunch or at least a cup of coffee my girl friend’s mother starts to tell about the wonderful adventure. The shock and horror on the other peoples faces was immediate and overwhelming. My girlfriend’s mother tried to explain that she wasn’t complaining but saying what a wonderful experience it had been. Then her escort arrived and realised what was being discussed. She pointed out that they weren’t horrified that she’d been for a bath and massage but that she would talk about being naked.
Cultures are very funny things.
A Tale by The Alphabet Poster
Initiation story from Bus Company. When a female was initiated into the company after her first week of wind ups she was dragged to a double decked bus by the girls.
Once on the bus a driver would drive it round the town as she was stripped naked on the top deck and told what to do to pass the test.
When the bus arrived back at the depot it was driven to the mechanics section then the rest of the girls would leave the bus waving her clothes to the awaiting crowd. The new employee would then have to leave the bus and run the gauntlet of mechanics all desperate to leave oily handmarks on her body. They had a clean boiler suit at the end of the line which they helped her into. Those that went willingly were treated with some respect, however those that remained on the bus suffered when the boys made sure that no part of her went unmarked and she would be eventually carried from the bus and have to make her way the full length of the depot naked.
Most girls knew what the initiation was about and took it in good fun.
Once on the bus a driver would drive it round the town as she was stripped naked on the top deck and told what to do to pass the test.
When the bus arrived back at the depot it was driven to the mechanics section then the rest of the girls would leave the bus waving her clothes to the awaiting crowd. The new employee would then have to leave the bus and run the gauntlet of mechanics all desperate to leave oily handmarks on her body. They had a clean boiler suit at the end of the line which they helped her into. Those that went willingly were treated with some respect, however those that remained on the bus suffered when the boys made sure that no part of her went unmarked and she would be eventually carried from the bus and have to make her way the full length of the depot naked.
Most girls knew what the initiation was about and took it in good fun.
A Tale by The Alphabet Poster
Story from Nightclub in Tenerife.
When female barstaff were employed in a fun bar with dancers, the DJ would ask them to come onto the stage and introduce them. He then would play"The Stripper" music and get them to strip. The crowd knew what was going to happen as many people ended up naked on stage.
The new girls usually lost their clothes and had to finish shift in a small t shirt. I miss those days.
When anyone left there last night would finished with them stripped by the girls. The guys would get it too and could look forward to being assualted with a rubber glove and baby lotion....say no more.
The leavers would end up leaving the club drunk and starkers.
When female barstaff were employed in a fun bar with dancers, the DJ would ask them to come onto the stage and introduce them. He then would play"The Stripper" music and get them to strip. The crowd knew what was going to happen as many people ended up naked on stage.
The new girls usually lost their clothes and had to finish shift in a small t shirt. I miss those days.
When anyone left there last night would finished with them stripped by the girls. The guys would get it too and could look forward to being assualted with a rubber glove and baby lotion....say no more.
The leavers would end up leaving the club drunk and starkers.
A Tale by The Alphabet Poster
After first week in underwear factory in the Midlands. By the end of the first week she should be able to make the top three designs of bra and pants. The initiation was well known locally and consisted of new girl being collected from machine and placed in large laundry type basket standing up.
By this point most of the women were involved and she would be wheeled around the factory and slowly and methodically her overall would be "unpopped" her hands were held firmly by her collegues so she would be pretty well helpless. By the time she reached the canteen she would as near naked as made no difference as the finishing touches would be put right there and then.
Now totally naked she would have to streak back to her machine and make a bra and pair of panties for "inspection".
Once the supervisors were happy with the quality of her work she would be allowed to get dressed in her overall again. Save to say the the usual form was that the first few sets were "unfit" and taken off her again until they reckoned she had been initiated enough.
The crew there also celebrated birthdays and weddings much the same as the nurses on this site do. The girls would inevitabely end up naked running trying to escape further deeds which ranged from tied spreadeagled to the wall when people could write friendly messages with felt tip pen to tied to a chair in the canteen for the day. Never went in for shaving but a few got a bucket of water alright.
If you were getting married you made sure someone was outside in a car to collect you because you definately be going home naked well maybe a veil if there was anything to make it with.
This was female only factory with one male employee who did not get involved but when he was going to get married we caught him on his way to the stag night. The plan was to dress him in a specially made thong however he got excited so a couple helped him out with a rubber glove and baby oil if you know what I mean,and put his trousers etc them sent him on his way. His pals I think were slightly jealous when they stripped him again and he had to explain his underwear.
George great stories about nurses have you anymore?
By this point most of the women were involved and she would be wheeled around the factory and slowly and methodically her overall would be "unpopped" her hands were held firmly by her collegues so she would be pretty well helpless. By the time she reached the canteen she would as near naked as made no difference as the finishing touches would be put right there and then.
Now totally naked she would have to streak back to her machine and make a bra and pair of panties for "inspection".
Once the supervisors were happy with the quality of her work she would be allowed to get dressed in her overall again. Save to say the the usual form was that the first few sets were "unfit" and taken off her again until they reckoned she had been initiated enough.
The crew there also celebrated birthdays and weddings much the same as the nurses on this site do. The girls would inevitabely end up naked running trying to escape further deeds which ranged from tied spreadeagled to the wall when people could write friendly messages with felt tip pen to tied to a chair in the canteen for the day. Never went in for shaving but a few got a bucket of water alright.
If you were getting married you made sure someone was outside in a car to collect you because you definately be going home naked well maybe a veil if there was anything to make it with.
This was female only factory with one male employee who did not get involved but when he was going to get married we caught him on his way to the stag night. The plan was to dress him in a specially made thong however he got excited so a couple helped him out with a rubber glove and baby oil if you know what I mean,and put his trousers etc them sent him on his way. His pals I think were slightly jealous when they stripped him again and he had to explain his underwear.
George great stories about nurses have you anymore?
A Tale by The Alphabet Poster
My initiation story comes from a large hotel in the west country. All staff got initiated regardless of where they worked most lost their clothes and had them put in a bucket of cold water so that they were impossible to put back on.
Also common for a waitress would be on her first day to be welcomed by the rest of her female colleagues just befoe the service started by being dragged off somewhere usually the staff toilets and have her knickers removed. She would have to work the whole shift with everyone in on the joke and most people patting her butt or lifting her skirt a little to wind her up. At the end of her first shift she would be taken back to the toilet where they removed her skirt and left her there. Most made a run for it some stayed in all afternoon but would be dragged out later. These were usually the ones that did not stay.
Chambermaid were treated the same but had to work and go to the staff canteen with no underwear at all, the chefs all loved this.
Live in staff over and above this had to streak the length of the corridor in the staff block. This was not voluntary as every single new member of staff was grabbed at some point in the first few days stripped in the room and taken to the end to streak past all the doors, the corridor was packed and most people did not get out the way easily. Attractive girls could look forward to being stripped twice or more times amazingly by the girls themselves. Most staff hooked up with members from the opposite sex and the initiations did wonders for everyone's sex life.
A favourite "punishment" was to tie a naked female to stairs waiting for staff to come from their shift to find
her.
Another common prank was to hustle a poor girl wrapped in a towel fresh from a shower or bath down into the common room and take her towel away, many of the girls got quite used to this and even came down themselves to watch TV knowing full well what was likely to happen to them.
Leaving parties were probably the best time, when ever a member was leaving them knew fine well what was going to happen. There was no escape, so most just went out with their mates and got plastered knowing that the party would just be getting started when they got back to the staff house.
Usually with the shout of "it's time now" the victim would be lifted onto the pool table and spreadeagled, funny how it's always the girls who do the stripping even to the guys! Anyway with arms and legs firmly held all clothing is loosened and stripped off them. There have been titanic struggles but the outcome is always the same. They do not see their clothes again that night but they are past caring now. It's normal to waken up wrapped in a sheet on one of the couches in the staff room with last nights clothes on the washing line outside less souvenirs of course.
Also common for a waitress would be on her first day to be welcomed by the rest of her female colleagues just befoe the service started by being dragged off somewhere usually the staff toilets and have her knickers removed. She would have to work the whole shift with everyone in on the joke and most people patting her butt or lifting her skirt a little to wind her up. At the end of her first shift she would be taken back to the toilet where they removed her skirt and left her there. Most made a run for it some stayed in all afternoon but would be dragged out later. These were usually the ones that did not stay.
Chambermaid were treated the same but had to work and go to the staff canteen with no underwear at all, the chefs all loved this.
Live in staff over and above this had to streak the length of the corridor in the staff block. This was not voluntary as every single new member of staff was grabbed at some point in the first few days stripped in the room and taken to the end to streak past all the doors, the corridor was packed and most people did not get out the way easily. Attractive girls could look forward to being stripped twice or more times amazingly by the girls themselves. Most staff hooked up with members from the opposite sex and the initiations did wonders for everyone's sex life.
A favourite "punishment" was to tie a naked female to stairs waiting for staff to come from their shift to find
her.
Another common prank was to hustle a poor girl wrapped in a towel fresh from a shower or bath down into the common room and take her towel away, many of the girls got quite used to this and even came down themselves to watch TV knowing full well what was likely to happen to them.
Leaving parties were probably the best time, when ever a member was leaving them knew fine well what was going to happen. There was no escape, so most just went out with their mates and got plastered knowing that the party would just be getting started when they got back to the staff house.
Usually with the shout of "it's time now" the victim would be lifted onto the pool table and spreadeagled, funny how it's always the girls who do the stripping even to the guys! Anyway with arms and legs firmly held all clothing is loosened and stripped off them. There have been titanic struggles but the outcome is always the same. They do not see their clothes again that night but they are past caring now. It's normal to waken up wrapped in a sheet on one of the couches in the staff room with last nights clothes on the washing line outside less souvenirs of course.
A Tale by The Alphabet Poster
In the forces nudity initiations are the norm. When officers are initiated to their new stations they have the station stamp imprinted on their butt.
For female officers it is predictably much more interesting. They are brought to the packed office by their female colleagues. The girl has been prewarned to wear sexy underwear as the ceremony is common knowledge and they know what is expected. They are asked to take off their uniform skirt and jacket,they are expected to have stockings on. They are then asked to remove their panties for the stamp, refusal is not an option as they have been warned by the rest of the girls who have beed through it.
After the stamp they are encouraged to show the stamp to everyone then turn to face the crowd. Usually the cheering gets the new girl to remove her blouse to reveal her sexy bra. Next she is encouraged to take her bra off "for the boys". Often she is not allowed from the room until the stocking have been removed and she walks round naked.
It's a trust thing, she needs to trust everyone and in a tight community there are no secrets.
If there was any refusal her colleagues will help her out of her clothes and even "punish" her with her set of handcuffs or light bondage with her stockings.
No shaving as most are "braziled" as part of the preparation procedures.
For female officers it is predictably much more interesting. They are brought to the packed office by their female colleagues. The girl has been prewarned to wear sexy underwear as the ceremony is common knowledge and they know what is expected. They are asked to take off their uniform skirt and jacket,they are expected to have stockings on. They are then asked to remove their panties for the stamp, refusal is not an option as they have been warned by the rest of the girls who have beed through it.
After the stamp they are encouraged to show the stamp to everyone then turn to face the crowd. Usually the cheering gets the new girl to remove her blouse to reveal her sexy bra. Next she is encouraged to take her bra off "for the boys". Often she is not allowed from the room until the stocking have been removed and she walks round naked.
It's a trust thing, she needs to trust everyone and in a tight community there are no secrets.
If there was any refusal her colleagues will help her out of her clothes and even "punish" her with her set of handcuffs or light bondage with her stockings.
No shaving as most are "braziled" as part of the preparation procedures.
A Tale by The Alphabet Poster
Fairground initiations are interesting. Most travelling fairgrounds attract the local girls ue to the romantic ideas and carefree characters involved with the fairgounds. Many local girls sign up for the short duration of the fair knowing full well that they will be taken advantage off during their spell by both the guys and the girls from the fairground.
Usually the guys remove the new girls upper clothing. They are grabbed and dragged to a quiet area where they are held down on a table or suchlike and the blouse or jumpers are taken away then their bra is removed and hung up on a rope above the bouncy castle. For obvious reasons this done when the park is closed and there is nobody else around except the fairground people. The poor girls have to jump up to get there clothing whilst naked from the waist up.
The next test once they retrieved their clothing is by the girls who will strip off all clothing below the waist and have them do the same exercise in front of the same cheering crowd.
Occasionally a girl who gets up the fairground girls noses or has stolen a boyfriend or who is pretty attractive gets the girls treatment as she is jumping for her bra and has little choice but to retrieve her clothing whilst jumping stark naked.
Usually the guys remove the new girls upper clothing. They are grabbed and dragged to a quiet area where they are held down on a table or suchlike and the blouse or jumpers are taken away then their bra is removed and hung up on a rope above the bouncy castle. For obvious reasons this done when the park is closed and there is nobody else around except the fairground people. The poor girls have to jump up to get there clothing whilst naked from the waist up.
The next test once they retrieved their clothing is by the girls who will strip off all clothing below the waist and have them do the same exercise in front of the same cheering crowd.
Occasionally a girl who gets up the fairground girls noses or has stolen a boyfriend or who is pretty attractive gets the girls treatment as she is jumping for her bra and has little choice but to retrieve her clothing whilst jumping stark naked.
A Tale by The Alphabet Poster
My story is from a nightclub in Rotherham. When any new girls starts the other girls wind her up about what is going to happen at the end of the evening when the staff sit down for a drink. Being the new girk she is expected to pour all the drinks and serve them to the guys.
The rest of the girls tease her abd tell her that she has to bring the drinks over topless or else the girls will strip her and she will only get her clothes back once the drinks are finished and glasses washed.
Most girls take the topless option but to date nobody has been stripped naked as an initiation. It's felt if they are not comfortable topless then there is a risk stripping them.
Girls are stripped naked however when they leave or are getting married. Sometimes they are stripped bottomless on their birthday for the bumps.
Otherwise pretty normal.
The rest of the girls tease her abd tell her that she has to bring the drinks over topless or else the girls will strip her and she will only get her clothes back once the drinks are finished and glasses washed.
Most girls take the topless option but to date nobody has been stripped naked as an initiation. It's felt if they are not comfortable topless then there is a risk stripping them.
Girls are stripped naked however when they leave or are getting married. Sometimes they are stripped bottomless on their birthday for the bumps.
Otherwise pretty normal.
A Tale by The Alphabet Poster
I started working in a large nightclub a few years back for a job when I was a student. This is part of a chain and the games often involved players ending up naked on the stage. All new recruits are initiated by having to take part in the first show on their first night, The Compere is in on this and calls for the new girl who has to walk through the crowd who are well aware of what is next.
I did the walk but some others who did not realise that this was going to happen had to be dragged or sometimes the guys will carry the girls over the heads of the crowd. If you work in a club which specialises in such games you should be expecting some fun yourself surely.
However on my turn I did the walk although some guys from the bar were round me to make sure I got there.
The games change around every week but on the turn of a card mostly girls lose an item of clothing so although it's a game of chance, the chances are if you go up on stage you will be leaving minus your clothes, particularly if you are the new recruit to the club.
The game was as usual loud chaotic with the crowd screaming at every removal and by an odd chance 2 girls on stage with me were very unlucky and lost everything quickly, I have to say they were not wearing much and had intended getting naked as a ploy to pick up guys but I still had skirt bra and pants. I had lost shoes early on and to large cheers had to take off company t shirt which the compere had thrown into the crowd so I was not going to see that again.
The compere sent the 2 naked girls to get dressed and they left by the stage side still holding their clothes, there is an area backstage but I think they just wanted more attention.
So back to me I am still on stage when the compere reminds everyone about my first night and how I have to uohod tradition. So I had to keep playing cards on my own guessing higher or lower and each item of clothing was thrown into the crowd.
At each loss the compere spun my situation out by getting the crowd to nominate the item and I was standing on a box with nowhere to go.
Once naked he called for some of my new colleagues to come to collect me they had to carry me back to the safety of the bar. I got my shoes back and they gave me another t shirt, our female boss took me into the storeroom and handed me a new pair of shorts from a packet. She had a box of them from a drinks promotion and had been using them up since the compere suggested upping the show by discarding the recruits clothing. His job was to wing the crowd up for a good night and this obviously worked.
I got back to work and veryone knew what I had on under the uniform but after a few wind ups we got on with a busy night.
At the end of the night and the customers are all away we have to clean up all the glasses and tables when that is done we can sit down for a drink ourselves. Inevitably the conversation turned to how my initiation went and stories from the rest of the crew. One of the girls said that she had missed my show because she had been the one checking stock and was not in the room, this I know now is the cue for initiation part 2.
The girls grabbed me and removed my shoes, now when your shoes are removed there is a vulverability about it and you realise that you are powerless.
I was given a choice, I could be stripped of my 2 items of clothing there and then (I knew they could) or I could make a run for it and they could chase me round the club. If I was caught they would take one item from me and if I could last a minute they would let me go.
I could not just say "strip me" so faced with the choice I said I would run.
They gave me 5 seconds start and off I went, It took them about 15 seconds to corner me and after a struggle they took my t shirt off me. I got another start but they were all round the club and I could not avoid being caught for a second time. I was carried back to where our drinks were and still held up by the arms and legs my shorts and vanity were slip down my legs and off over my feet. I was butt naked in a nightclub with my new colleagues still held up for all to see.
The boss asked if I had brought a coat and they let me loose to go and get it and put it on. It was a three quarter length coat which I immediately put on to cover my modesty.
Since I had put the coat on and it covered me it was then decided that I should go home like that.
As more new recruit arrive I must admit the pattern is similar other than they usually lose the game quickly and it goes on to the real game.
The box of shorts is emptying qickly so we will see what happens then, and most choose to run after hours!
I did the walk but some others who did not realise that this was going to happen had to be dragged or sometimes the guys will carry the girls over the heads of the crowd. If you work in a club which specialises in such games you should be expecting some fun yourself surely.
However on my turn I did the walk although some guys from the bar were round me to make sure I got there.
The games change around every week but on the turn of a card mostly girls lose an item of clothing so although it's a game of chance, the chances are if you go up on stage you will be leaving minus your clothes, particularly if you are the new recruit to the club.
The game was as usual loud chaotic with the crowd screaming at every removal and by an odd chance 2 girls on stage with me were very unlucky and lost everything quickly, I have to say they were not wearing much and had intended getting naked as a ploy to pick up guys but I still had skirt bra and pants. I had lost shoes early on and to large cheers had to take off company t shirt which the compere had thrown into the crowd so I was not going to see that again.
The compere sent the 2 naked girls to get dressed and they left by the stage side still holding their clothes, there is an area backstage but I think they just wanted more attention.
So back to me I am still on stage when the compere reminds everyone about my first night and how I have to uohod tradition. So I had to keep playing cards on my own guessing higher or lower and each item of clothing was thrown into the crowd.
At each loss the compere spun my situation out by getting the crowd to nominate the item and I was standing on a box with nowhere to go.
Once naked he called for some of my new colleagues to come to collect me they had to carry me back to the safety of the bar. I got my shoes back and they gave me another t shirt, our female boss took me into the storeroom and handed me a new pair of shorts from a packet. She had a box of them from a drinks promotion and had been using them up since the compere suggested upping the show by discarding the recruits clothing. His job was to wing the crowd up for a good night and this obviously worked.
I got back to work and veryone knew what I had on under the uniform but after a few wind ups we got on with a busy night.
At the end of the night and the customers are all away we have to clean up all the glasses and tables when that is done we can sit down for a drink ourselves. Inevitably the conversation turned to how my initiation went and stories from the rest of the crew. One of the girls said that she had missed my show because she had been the one checking stock and was not in the room, this I know now is the cue for initiation part 2.
The girls grabbed me and removed my shoes, now when your shoes are removed there is a vulverability about it and you realise that you are powerless.
I was given a choice, I could be stripped of my 2 items of clothing there and then (I knew they could) or I could make a run for it and they could chase me round the club. If I was caught they would take one item from me and if I could last a minute they would let me go.
I could not just say "strip me" so faced with the choice I said I would run.
They gave me 5 seconds start and off I went, It took them about 15 seconds to corner me and after a struggle they took my t shirt off me. I got another start but they were all round the club and I could not avoid being caught for a second time. I was carried back to where our drinks were and still held up by the arms and legs my shorts and vanity were slip down my legs and off over my feet. I was butt naked in a nightclub with my new colleagues still held up for all to see.
The boss asked if I had brought a coat and they let me loose to go and get it and put it on. It was a three quarter length coat which I immediately put on to cover my modesty.
Since I had put the coat on and it covered me it was then decided that I should go home like that.
As more new recruit arrive I must admit the pattern is similar other than they usually lose the game quickly and it goes on to the real game.
The box of shorts is emptying qickly so we will see what happens then, and most choose to run after hours!
Student House
Student House
Part 1
When I was 37 my husband of 18 years decided to leave me for a younger model. He also left me with a mortgage. My income from my job was not enough to make ends meet with the cost of all the changes in my life. So living in a university town I decided to let out some rooms. The first year passed without incident. The second year due to the university building some new student housing saw the interest in my rooms dwindle so instead of letting all three I only managed to let two.
The first girl Emma was 19. She had had a gap year and started a year later than most students. She was very old for her age having tracked around the world and spent time helping natives in some jungle in some unheard of land. The other girl was Lisa 18. She was very bonny and definitely still a child rather than a women. Around bonfire night my soon to be complete ex-husband asked me to meet him in town for a meal to settle some small issues over things we were still sorting out. We got into a argument over this. Quite frankly I behaved like a spoiled child. This meant that I left much earlier than planned and drove home.
As I turned into the driveway I could not believe what appeared in my headlights. Emma and Lisa were midway down the drive. Behind them was another girl that I had met once or twice before. Her name was Lillian. She was in her early to mid twenties, doing a PhD. Lillian as usual was dressed in her rather bohemian, gypsy look, plenty of colour and gold jewellery. Emma and Lisa had their left and right arms respectively wrapped around their upper torso. Their other arms extended down their body to cover their pubic area. Other than their arms they had no other covering on their body. Yes, completely naked.
I could hear their squeal above the engine of the car. They both unwisely unwrapped their arms revealing that Lisa was not a true blonde. Emma was raven black and very bushy. Emma’s round bottom wobbled nicely as she darted for the rear of the house. Lisa’s much pert bottom seemed to slice the night. I wished I had a bottom like hers I thought, hell, I’d settle for Emma’s. In a flash I saw what my hubby saw every night on his new twenty something. This just made me even madder.
I pulled up and went in. The girls were busy trying to finish dressing. Lillian was standing there just smiling. The other two seemed very embarrassed and very displeased with Lillian. “Don’t even speak to me” I said and pushed through them to my room. I quickly changed out of my evening wear and returned to the kitchen to make a cup of tea before going to bed. The girls I think had decided discretion was the better part of valour and had disappeared out.
An uneasy week passed without us speaking about it. I just felt too embarrassed to tell the truth and I had cooled off and put it down to some young high jinx. One afternoon home early from work I found Emma sitting in the kitchen drinking tea. She made me a cup and we sat talking about nothing in particular.
“I should explain,” she began and proceeded to tell me the tale of the night. It seemed even more fanciful than me actually catching them. Lillian was into some weird stuff and the girls had bumped into her doing the weird stuff and found they liked to be made to do the weird stuff and Lillian found she liked making them do it as much as she liked to do it herself. I was quiet shocked but asked Emma to be careful and not do it around the house, neighbours and all that.
Well a few weeks later Lillian was around and I was out shopping. I said goodbye and departed. I got to the end of the road and suddenly remembered that I had left my dry cleaning ticket on the kitchen table. Not to worry I thought they knew me and would just hand it over. Just my luck a new girl was on the counter and did not know me from Adam and insisted on the ticket. I thought that by the time I went into town and did my shopping they would be closed so I would pop back home just 10 minutes away for the ticket.
I pulled up on the road outside my house having turned around already for ease of getting straight away. I walked up to the house and put my key in the inner front door lock. Just as I did Lisa appeared in the hall way running towards the front door. She saw me and came to a stop. She quickly turned around and dashed back to the kitchen where she had came from. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back. This had allowed me an uninterrupted view of her rich brown patch which was in stark contrast to her platinum blonde bonnet and rose pink nipples.
Once inside I made my way to the kitchen. Lisa and Emma were both begging Lillian to hurry up. The reason for their frantic pleading was that as I now saw Lillian was having difficulty unlocking the handcuffs of Lisa and a very naked Emma. Emma was sat in a kitchen chair hands cuffed in front of her trying her best to alternately conceal breasts and pubes. Lillian stopped. “I can explain,” Lisa began. I walked into the kitchen and picked up the ticket and left the way I came.
We did not speak about that day. I just once more accepted it. Nearer to Christmas I returned home from work a little later than usual as a result of last minute sales to process. I pulled up in the driveway and noticed that my bedroom light was on. I immediately thought burglars. So quite why I then walked into the house by myself I do not know. Lillian was sitting in the living room reading a magazine. “Hello” I said, “Where are the girls?” Her answer could have blown me over with a feather if it was not for the fact that I was too shocked to faint.
“They weren’t prepared to flash you again so I left them in your room.” Well that was enough to blow me over but the next bit so stunned me that it acted as a counter blow, “I told them that you are really into being flashed and probably have thought about it yourself but they still weren’t keen so I’ve taught them a lesson”.
I just turned around and walked up stairs. Emma was the first I noticed. As I turned into my doorway she was sitting on my dressing stool facing the open door completely naked as I already expected. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and her legs cuffed at the ankles. The keys were strung around her neck on a silver chain. All other jewellery had been removed. Lisa was I noticed as I stepped into the room sat in the corner at the opposite end of the wall to the door. Completely naked her hands bound with rope to my chair’s back at the point where it meets the seat and her ankles bound by rope to the cross bar between the front legs. Lisa seemed the most embarrassed. Emma seemed resigned if that is the right word to describe her lack of concern. I undid Lisa first who immediately ran off to dress. I noticed the lovely slight movement of her small firm pointed breasts and the fact that her nipples had spiked. Emma stood and smiled and looked into my eyes. “I think Lillian’s is right,” she said and brushed past me to walk around the bed to the door. At the door she looked back and I smiled.
We all sat downstairs and it was uneasy. “I’ll make us some tea,” I said to give myself an excuse to leave the uneasy silence and do something. The girls eventually moved and set the table and soon we broke out into strained conversation. The house slowly returned to life and we started laughing about what had just happened. The girls then told me a little more of their adventures which deeply shocked me but also had me amused and laughing at their near escapes from discovery.
We opened some wine and sat down to have our meal. It was just lovely. The girls were intelligent and very self-assured which was my old self before the break-up of my marriage. I wondered if I would ever feel that again. Perhaps because I was thinking this the topic changed to my marriage and my awful husband. More wine flowed and the girls opened up about boyfriends and some horrible experiences. The girls cleared up and I sat at the kitchen table slowly getting very tipsy. Emma then asked if I had ever done anything weird in my younger days. “What do you mean younger days? I’m still young and can have fun,” they both laughed but Lillian just smiled.
We found ourselves in the living room with another bottle or two of wine. The conversation drifted back to the earlier events. I found myself saying that the girls had a right to their lives and to display their bodies if they wished but they should be careful of the neighbours. Lillian said I worried too much about the neighbours. We all laughed. Lillian then said, “Does this mean I can flash them at you when I like and make them streak?” I smiled and said they were free to do whatever. I was very drunk. “See girls I told you she’d be all right about a Christmas flash,” Lillian said.
“Christmas flash” I said.
The first girl Emma was 19. She had had a gap year and started a year later than most students. She was very old for her age having tracked around the world and spent time helping natives in some jungle in some unheard of land. The other girl was Lisa 18. She was very bonny and definitely still a child rather than a women. Around bonfire night my soon to be complete ex-husband asked me to meet him in town for a meal to settle some small issues over things we were still sorting out. We got into a argument over this. Quite frankly I behaved like a spoiled child. This meant that I left much earlier than planned and drove home.
As I turned into the driveway I could not believe what appeared in my headlights. Emma and Lisa were midway down the drive. Behind them was another girl that I had met once or twice before. Her name was Lillian. She was in her early to mid twenties, doing a PhD. Lillian as usual was dressed in her rather bohemian, gypsy look, plenty of colour and gold jewellery. Emma and Lisa had their left and right arms respectively wrapped around their upper torso. Their other arms extended down their body to cover their pubic area. Other than their arms they had no other covering on their body. Yes, completely naked.
I could hear their squeal above the engine of the car. They both unwisely unwrapped their arms revealing that Lisa was not a true blonde. Emma was raven black and very bushy. Emma’s round bottom wobbled nicely as she darted for the rear of the house. Lisa’s much pert bottom seemed to slice the night. I wished I had a bottom like hers I thought, hell, I’d settle for Emma’s. In a flash I saw what my hubby saw every night on his new twenty something. This just made me even madder.
I pulled up and went in. The girls were busy trying to finish dressing. Lillian was standing there just smiling. The other two seemed very embarrassed and very displeased with Lillian. “Don’t even speak to me” I said and pushed through them to my room. I quickly changed out of my evening wear and returned to the kitchen to make a cup of tea before going to bed. The girls I think had decided discretion was the better part of valour and had disappeared out.
An uneasy week passed without us speaking about it. I just felt too embarrassed to tell the truth and I had cooled off and put it down to some young high jinx. One afternoon home early from work I found Emma sitting in the kitchen drinking tea. She made me a cup and we sat talking about nothing in particular.
“I should explain,” she began and proceeded to tell me the tale of the night. It seemed even more fanciful than me actually catching them. Lillian was into some weird stuff and the girls had bumped into her doing the weird stuff and found they liked to be made to do the weird stuff and Lillian found she liked making them do it as much as she liked to do it herself. I was quiet shocked but asked Emma to be careful and not do it around the house, neighbours and all that.
Well a few weeks later Lillian was around and I was out shopping. I said goodbye and departed. I got to the end of the road and suddenly remembered that I had left my dry cleaning ticket on the kitchen table. Not to worry I thought they knew me and would just hand it over. Just my luck a new girl was on the counter and did not know me from Adam and insisted on the ticket. I thought that by the time I went into town and did my shopping they would be closed so I would pop back home just 10 minutes away for the ticket.
I pulled up on the road outside my house having turned around already for ease of getting straight away. I walked up to the house and put my key in the inner front door lock. Just as I did Lisa appeared in the hall way running towards the front door. She saw me and came to a stop. She quickly turned around and dashed back to the kitchen where she had came from. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back. This had allowed me an uninterrupted view of her rich brown patch which was in stark contrast to her platinum blonde bonnet and rose pink nipples.
Once inside I made my way to the kitchen. Lisa and Emma were both begging Lillian to hurry up. The reason for their frantic pleading was that as I now saw Lillian was having difficulty unlocking the handcuffs of Lisa and a very naked Emma. Emma was sat in a kitchen chair hands cuffed in front of her trying her best to alternately conceal breasts and pubes. Lillian stopped. “I can explain,” Lisa began. I walked into the kitchen and picked up the ticket and left the way I came.
We did not speak about that day. I just once more accepted it. Nearer to Christmas I returned home from work a little later than usual as a result of last minute sales to process. I pulled up in the driveway and noticed that my bedroom light was on. I immediately thought burglars. So quite why I then walked into the house by myself I do not know. Lillian was sitting in the living room reading a magazine. “Hello” I said, “Where are the girls?” Her answer could have blown me over with a feather if it was not for the fact that I was too shocked to faint.
“They weren’t prepared to flash you again so I left them in your room.” Well that was enough to blow me over but the next bit so stunned me that it acted as a counter blow, “I told them that you are really into being flashed and probably have thought about it yourself but they still weren’t keen so I’ve taught them a lesson”.
I just turned around and walked up stairs. Emma was the first I noticed. As I turned into my doorway she was sitting on my dressing stool facing the open door completely naked as I already expected. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and her legs cuffed at the ankles. The keys were strung around her neck on a silver chain. All other jewellery had been removed. Lisa was I noticed as I stepped into the room sat in the corner at the opposite end of the wall to the door. Completely naked her hands bound with rope to my chair’s back at the point where it meets the seat and her ankles bound by rope to the cross bar between the front legs. Lisa seemed the most embarrassed. Emma seemed resigned if that is the right word to describe her lack of concern. I undid Lisa first who immediately ran off to dress. I noticed the lovely slight movement of her small firm pointed breasts and the fact that her nipples had spiked. Emma stood and smiled and looked into my eyes. “I think Lillian’s is right,” she said and brushed past me to walk around the bed to the door. At the door she looked back and I smiled.
We all sat downstairs and it was uneasy. “I’ll make us some tea,” I said to give myself an excuse to leave the uneasy silence and do something. The girls eventually moved and set the table and soon we broke out into strained conversation. The house slowly returned to life and we started laughing about what had just happened. The girls then told me a little more of their adventures which deeply shocked me but also had me amused and laughing at their near escapes from discovery.
We opened some wine and sat down to have our meal. It was just lovely. The girls were intelligent and very self-assured which was my old self before the break-up of my marriage. I wondered if I would ever feel that again. Perhaps because I was thinking this the topic changed to my marriage and my awful husband. More wine flowed and the girls opened up about boyfriends and some horrible experiences. The girls cleared up and I sat at the kitchen table slowly getting very tipsy. Emma then asked if I had ever done anything weird in my younger days. “What do you mean younger days? I’m still young and can have fun,” they both laughed but Lillian just smiled.
We found ourselves in the living room with another bottle or two of wine. The conversation drifted back to the earlier events. I found myself saying that the girls had a right to their lives and to display their bodies if they wished but they should be careful of the neighbours. Lillian said I worried too much about the neighbours. We all laughed. Lillian then said, “Does this mean I can flash them at you when I like and make them streak?” I smiled and said they were free to do whatever. I was very drunk. “See girls I told you she’d be all right about a Christmas flash,” Lillian said.
“Christmas flash” I said.
“Yes.” Said Lillian. “Tonights the last night we’d be together before we head off home for Christmas. They have to flash at certain times and tonight is one of those times”. I was intrigued is all I could say. They had told me of their adventures but not any rationale behind them. Lillian now informed me that the girls had been playing a game, and Lillian emphasized it was a strip game, and they had lost. The losers had to flash the winner, Lillian, once a week for the number of weeks of their age and tonight had been flash number ten.
“I bet you flashed and streaked in your youth didn’t you Alison?” Lillian said. The girls now looked for a answer that I’d ducked earlier.
I nodded reticently.
“Oh do tell” Emma said enthusiastically.
I briefly outlined a drunken night in a bar in Ibiza with hubby and a day out at a beach where I streaked to the water. The girls just smiled and said that neither of those really counted as flashing or streaking. I said if they did not what did. We started to have a friendly argument and Lillian broke into it with a action speaks louder than words. She was sitting opposite me, in the arm chair. I was on the large sofa with Emma and Lisa was laid out on the little sofa. Lillian pulled up her outer sweatshirt type top and t-shirt underneath as well as her bra and said, “This is a flash” I just laughed along with the others. “I dare you to flash yours Ally,” Emma said. I, now shocked, began to laugh and double over. “Go on. Dare you” Emma said. I just shook my head my sides hurting with the struggle to stop myself laughing.
“Go on. I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours,” Emma said. I was now nearly wetting myself with the strangest of feelings. I found myself shocked yes, but also considering it, and just running with tears of laughter. Lillian spoke, “Lisa give Ally some encouragement. Do a topless corners”.
I briefly outlined a drunken night in a bar in Ibiza with hubby and a day out at a beach where I streaked to the water. The girls just smiled and said that neither of those really counted as flashing or streaking. I said if they did not what did. We started to have a friendly argument and Lillian broke into it with a action speaks louder than words. She was sitting opposite me, in the arm chair. I was on the large sofa with Emma and Lisa was laid out on the little sofa. Lillian pulled up her outer sweatshirt type top and t-shirt underneath as well as her bra and said, “This is a flash” I just laughed along with the others. “I dare you to flash yours Ally,” Emma said. I, now shocked, began to laugh and double over. “Go on. Dare you” Emma said. I just shook my head my sides hurting with the struggle to stop myself laughing.
“Go on. I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours,” Emma said. I was now nearly wetting myself with the strangest of feelings. I found myself shocked yes, but also considering it, and just running with tears of laughter. Lillian spoke, “Lisa give Ally some encouragement. Do a topless corners”.
Lisa did not hesitate. She stood up and pulled up and off her jumper revealing her belly button stud ring as she did. It had been a recent addition to her look. She discarded the jumper and pulled up and off the t-shirt underneath. Now just in plain white bra she reached behind and unhooked it. I was transfixed watching this, too drunk to object, not so drunk to not be quite intrigued and curious as to what a ‘corners’ was.
The bra removed without covering Lisa walked first over to the room door corner. This meant that she had to come right to the end of the sofa I sat on. As she passed I could clearly see her naked breasts and her lovely pink enlarged nipples. The solid small pointed breasts did slightly move at their tips as she walked. Otherwise they were firm and stable. I wished that my older and more saggy breasts were like that. Even in my youth they were round soft and jelly like and medium sized. Lisa now crossed along the wall to the corner behind Lillian’s chair having to reach over to touch that giving Lillian a very good eyeful. She then walked back to the corner of her sofa before crossing past the curtain covered window to Emma’s corner and sofa end. She then walked up the length of the sofa affording me another great view of her assets in slow slight motion. At the door she once more crossed the room diagonally to retake her position on the sofa. She did not bother to cover herself but sat there breasts on show.
“So, go on then your turn,” Emma said.
The bra removed without covering Lisa walked first over to the room door corner. This meant that she had to come right to the end of the sofa I sat on. As she passed I could clearly see her naked breasts and her lovely pink enlarged nipples. The solid small pointed breasts did slightly move at their tips as she walked. Otherwise they were firm and stable. I wished that my older and more saggy breasts were like that. Even in my youth they were round soft and jelly like and medium sized. Lisa now crossed along the wall to the corner behind Lillian’s chair having to reach over to touch that giving Lillian a very good eyeful. She then walked back to the corner of her sofa before crossing past the curtain covered window to Emma’s corner and sofa end. She then walked up the length of the sofa affording me another great view of her assets in slow slight motion. At the door she once more crossed the room diagonally to retake her position on the sofa. She did not bother to cover herself but sat there breasts on show.
“So, go on then your turn,” Emma said.
“I couldn’t do that,” I found myself saying.
Emma smiled, “That would be nice but you’re too chicken for that but I bet you dare do a quickie flash”. Well that did something. The inferring that I was a chicken. The wine, the hedonism and the insult combined to make me utter life changing words. “I dare do anything you girls dare do,” I said knowing full well that I was now slurring my words.
The atmosphere was electric. “Well then we all need to start off even” Lillian said. Emma looked at me “We need to flash first,” and with that she lifted her t-shirt and pulled her bra clearer to reveal her round full soft white doe like breasts with brown nipples which stood out against the whiteness of her breasts. The fact that they where brown had not escaped me. She had been pregnant at some time. Mine had never had the pleasure of changing. I reached for the buttons of my work blouse and slowly looking each in the eye in turn before lowering my eyes to concentrate on undoing the buttons which was not easy being as drunk as I was. I pulled the blouse from my skirt and then wondered and thought deep inside my head that it was stupid just to flash I might as well just take my blouse off. So I undid my cuffs and slipped the blouse off my shoulders. The blouse slipped down my arms and I pulled my hands free leaving the blouse around my hips and waist on the sofa. My purple lace bra on show made me shiver with cold excitement. Funny how you cool when excited. I now reached behind for my bra clip and unhooked it. The tension sprang out and the bra lurched forward. I slipped the straps off my shoulder and cradling it briefly in my arms and then allowed the bra to be pulled away by hands which were no longer mine to command. I sat there topless with the bra in my lap the straps still around my wrists. The girls looked at my breasts appreciatively. “Wow”, “Their lovely”, “Your fantastic”.
Emma now pulled off her top in one elegant practised motion to sit beside me topless. I knew what came next I thought but then realised Lillian was still dressed. Lisa noticed my puzzled look and said, “Lillian is in charge until we have paid off our debts or won a game and can escape her rule” it seemed perfectly reasonable to me in my drunken state.
I stood on some insane autopilot and walked across the room diagonally to Lisa’s corner and sofa end. I started out with my arms crossed limply over my breasts. I slowly as I neared the corner and needing to reach out to touch it dropped them away to raise my right arm to make outstretched contact with the alcove wall. I then turned and walked past the fire place toward Lillian, my naked breasts on show to her and my naked back to Lisa. I had to reach over Lillian almost dropping my breasts and myself into her lap due to my drunken unsteadiness. I then turned for the door corner and saw the strange pile of clothes on the sofa. A white work blouse and purple bra discarded. I knew they were mine but still wondered who had left them there. My nakedness now seemed real for the first time and I shuddered. I now turned and walked the length of the sofa to the end Emma sat on. She looked great just sitting there topless revealed, her white bits in stark contrast to her otherwise tanned torso. I wondered for the first time how I looked to them topless, I wished to be a fly on my own wall looking at myself. I then crossed the window and this time less self-conscious paid attention to the topless Lisa. I began to contrast her breasts with Emma’s and wished mine were up to the mark. I touched once more the alcove before turning to walk diagonal back to my starting point. This time the white work blouse and purple bra shouted, “Hey Ally you’re naked” not quite thank God but I wondered for a moment too long.
I now sat in my position wondering whether or not I should cover and trying to, only to then feel uneasy at the others wanton nakedness, decided to ‘let it all hang out’. Emma stood and crossed diagonally to Lillian and reached over her to touch the corner. She hung there for longer than necessary to flaunt her naked breasts. Lillian seemed appreciative and I heard the sound of a brief suck. Emma pulled away sharply and turned to now walk to the door corner passing my sofa end. I could see the clear glow of saliva around her areola. Now I could look up to her and see her lovely round jelly donut type breasts sway gentlely with her forward motion. She turned and walked to her own corner her tanning booth brown back to me. She turned and walked to Lisa who smiled broadly. Emma over reached again flauntedher breasts at Lisa. She turned back to her mistress and once more you heard the sound of a quick suck. This would have normally freaked me out but I was past freaking. Emma returned to her seat and curled up her legs but remained on show otherwise.
‘Dare you do this?” Lillian said. I looked at her. She looked over to Emma. “Monte Vardia Emma”. Emma swallowed and slowly raised to her feet. Lillian pushed the puffy out from the bottom of her armchair to the middle of the room. Emma pushed off her shoes using toes and heel. While she undid the button of her jeans. I knew what was coming but sat there topless, shivering with cold and excitement, very drunk now, head wine filled clouds of fog I could do nothing but watch. The zip was pulled down to reveal the glimpse of white knickers. Emma pulled the waistband out and then pushed the jeans down off her hips. The knickers moved to follow but braked themselves naturally. The jeans reached mid thigh and Emma now looked at me wanting to see my reaction. I was incapable of a reaction. The jeans continued down her legs to her knees then still holding them and bending so that her breasts moved out from her body, what a delightful sight, to her ankles for her to step out. I thought for a moment that was it. She would straighten up and pause. But no she now smiled wildly and pushed her thumbs into her knickers and all smiles and excitement pushed the knickers slowly tantalizingly and provocatively over her hips the upper portion of her black bush coming into show with a thin white line between it and her tanned abdomen. She now slowly pushed the knickers past her bush revealing all of its mysteries and a white triangle outlined traced around it by the limits of her tanning. The knickers were left mid thigh as she straightened fully then wriggled her body so that it shook the knickers to her ankles and made her breasts fill me with a need. Now naked except for socks she raised first her right then her left foot and pulled the socks off by their toes to reveal two dainty feet, exquisite. She now walked quite naked to the middle of the room and stepped up on to the puffy. This brief action revealed momentarily the pink of her secret lips. I would have to remember that both for posterity and personal safety. She placed her arms straight out at shoulder height with her body side on to me. I could see the outer curve of her bum which now drew me. Her bush and breasts where still in view but had been seen avidly. She slowly turned her body around first clockwise denying me her precious orb but slowly it was revealed and she turned slow enough to ensure plenty of feasting. Once back in her starting position she now turned slowly anti-clockwise. This motion ensured maximum vision of this delightful young women. She stopped and stepped down, turned her head back to me and smiled. She walked to her seat and sat down.
“Right Ally, you.re up next. Monte Vardia,” Lillian said.
I swooned with drunkenness as I stood. Was I really going to do this? Someone thought but not me. I stepped out of my work heels and let my nylon clad feet touch the rich pile carpet. Normally I would have changed on coming home but finding two naked young girls in your bedroom is likely to cause such normal trivia to slip your mind. I reached behind and undid my skirts button before pulling down the short zip of my pencil skirt. It proved tighter than usual to push down over my hips. It crackled as in rubbed over my tights. Bending slightly I was aware of the show my naked upper body was giving. My breasts fell away from my body and for the first time my nipples responded. I could see Lisa notice and signal the others who soon caught on and this just caused a chain reaction feedback loop. I could see Lillian leaning over the arm of her chair to look closely. The skirt crackled down my nylon legs under its own weight and gravity as I stood fully up. It heaped around my ankles and I stepped out and towards the centre of the room. I now reached for the waistband of my tights and bent slightly noticing my purple thong through my black nylons. I pushed them down being careful not to dislodge the thong needlessly. I did not wish to reveal anything more than I need to, too early. I pushed the nylon to mid thigh clearly revealing my thong and bare bottom cheeks to Emma. Bent double, my nylons at my knees I had to push them slowly down to my ankles then push the nylon heels past my heels on off my feet. My round 36c’s bobbed nicely as I did. I now straightened and tried not to image myself standing there in just thong but I could not help my own curiosity.
Nothing for it now. Thumbs in and deep breathe girl, I thought. Count to ten quickly, one, two, three, four, five, six, (slight push), seven, eight, nine, and on ten one smooth effortless push of the thong to ankles, bend completely double, then step out and stand up straight, thong in hand to turn slightly right to be able to drop them on sofa.
Now naked I pushed my facial hair back out of reflex and stood uneasily waiting for an instruction that never came. I fidgeted for about ten seconds before taking one step forward then up onto the puffy. Its softness caused me to wobble until I could find my drunken feet. I was facing Lisa and suddenly remembered the display Emma gave and wondered if Lisa and, my God, Lillian too saw such a display by me. Arms out straight I now slowly turned first clockwise towards Lillian revealing myself to her fully frontal, my rear now fully to Emma. I slowly turned to reveal my rear to Lisa the front of me nervously to the door. I had imaginings of strangers bursting through and seeing. I turned past the pile of discard clothes, purple underwear on the sofa with snow white blouse, skirt and tights and shoes in a line from the sofa towards the middle of the room as I had advanced discarding them. I now faced Emma, Lillian having the benefit of my too big fat arse. Now sober shall we say full round bottom. Continuing on to face the curtains I diligently had the presence of mind to check there was no opening gap. Now facing Lisa I completed my first turn and began the counter clockwise rotation, once more checking the curtains before facing Emma and mooning Lillian. Then back to the door and rear to Lisa. Before the double finale of full frontal to Lillian and moony to Emma. I stepped down and took up my place on my sofa.
Lisa now stood. She reached down for her pixy boots and undid first the left zip then the right. She then stood up straighter and raised her left leg. She grabbed the heel and pulled the boot off. Straightening fully she let the boot drop by her side catching the sofa edge as it dropped. Then repeated the action with her right dropping to the room floor near the fire place hearth. She now reached up under her mini skirt and fiddled a bit to get the edge of her black and dark grey horizontal stripped tights. Once they were firmly in her grasp her skirt raised up on her lower arms and wrists she pushed the tights down, slowly at first then with a jerk to be rolled up around her upper thighs. The pink cotton of her panties could now also be seen rolled into them. Her dark brown neat bush peeked out like a bristly hedgehog. She pushed the nylon and cotton roll down her thighs to her knees then bending completely to her ankles before forcing them off over her feet. This was obviously a well practised move. Her firm pointed breasts did not once betray her young nymphet features. Her pink nipples were almost on fire. She now stood up, straightened her mini and reached behind for her mini’s button and zip which thrust her breasts in my direction. There was a snap and then a metallic zerrrrr as the zip was pulled down. I held my breath waiting. The mini hung there and then she pushed it hard over her small bony hips, no fat on this chick. It fell with a crumpled sound on the pile carpet. She stood gloriously naked just letting us see. She then took up her position for the Monte Vardia.
She raised her arms to shoulder height and faced me directly. Her dark brown patch was clear enough to see and count individual hairs. Her pink nipples seemed to poke my lusting eyes out. I was now very aware that I was in some way turned on by this wanton display we were all making. Lillian’s clothed state was conscious to me to and seemed to make our state more debouched. My nakedness came flooding back to me and I roamed my hands over my body instinctively.
Lisa now began her slow rotation first clockwise turning to Emma back to Lillian. Then frontal past the curtain. Would we turn so slowly if they were open? I wondered. Now rear to me I realised just how elf like this young girl was wih no sign of womanhood yet. She continued to turn to face Lillian then back to face me once more. I could now see glistening her secret lips through her brown thatch covering and smell her scent. She turned anti-clockwise back to Lillian then around slowly to Emma before once more settling on me. A pause and then she broke the spell by stepping down and returning to her seat kicking her skirts, tights and panties and boots out of her way before she did.
Silence now fell.
It remained silent for what seemed like a life time of regrets. Then Lillian spoke. “Do you remember the first time you saw the girls naked?” she asked.
The atmosphere was electric. “Well then we all need to start off even” Lillian said. Emma looked at me “We need to flash first,” and with that she lifted her t-shirt and pulled her bra clearer to reveal her round full soft white doe like breasts with brown nipples which stood out against the whiteness of her breasts. The fact that they where brown had not escaped me. She had been pregnant at some time. Mine had never had the pleasure of changing. I reached for the buttons of my work blouse and slowly looking each in the eye in turn before lowering my eyes to concentrate on undoing the buttons which was not easy being as drunk as I was. I pulled the blouse from my skirt and then wondered and thought deep inside my head that it was stupid just to flash I might as well just take my blouse off. So I undid my cuffs and slipped the blouse off my shoulders. The blouse slipped down my arms and I pulled my hands free leaving the blouse around my hips and waist on the sofa. My purple lace bra on show made me shiver with cold excitement. Funny how you cool when excited. I now reached behind for my bra clip and unhooked it. The tension sprang out and the bra lurched forward. I slipped the straps off my shoulder and cradling it briefly in my arms and then allowed the bra to be pulled away by hands which were no longer mine to command. I sat there topless with the bra in my lap the straps still around my wrists. The girls looked at my breasts appreciatively. “Wow”, “Their lovely”, “Your fantastic”.
Emma now pulled off her top in one elegant practised motion to sit beside me topless. I knew what came next I thought but then realised Lillian was still dressed. Lisa noticed my puzzled look and said, “Lillian is in charge until we have paid off our debts or won a game and can escape her rule” it seemed perfectly reasonable to me in my drunken state.
I stood on some insane autopilot and walked across the room diagonally to Lisa’s corner and sofa end. I started out with my arms crossed limply over my breasts. I slowly as I neared the corner and needing to reach out to touch it dropped them away to raise my right arm to make outstretched contact with the alcove wall. I then turned and walked past the fire place toward Lillian, my naked breasts on show to her and my naked back to Lisa. I had to reach over Lillian almost dropping my breasts and myself into her lap due to my drunken unsteadiness. I then turned for the door corner and saw the strange pile of clothes on the sofa. A white work blouse and purple bra discarded. I knew they were mine but still wondered who had left them there. My nakedness now seemed real for the first time and I shuddered. I now turned and walked the length of the sofa to the end Emma sat on. She looked great just sitting there topless revealed, her white bits in stark contrast to her otherwise tanned torso. I wondered for the first time how I looked to them topless, I wished to be a fly on my own wall looking at myself. I then crossed the window and this time less self-conscious paid attention to the topless Lisa. I began to contrast her breasts with Emma’s and wished mine were up to the mark. I touched once more the alcove before turning to walk diagonal back to my starting point. This time the white work blouse and purple bra shouted, “Hey Ally you’re naked” not quite thank God but I wondered for a moment too long.
I now sat in my position wondering whether or not I should cover and trying to, only to then feel uneasy at the others wanton nakedness, decided to ‘let it all hang out’. Emma stood and crossed diagonally to Lillian and reached over her to touch the corner. She hung there for longer than necessary to flaunt her naked breasts. Lillian seemed appreciative and I heard the sound of a brief suck. Emma pulled away sharply and turned to now walk to the door corner passing my sofa end. I could see the clear glow of saliva around her areola. Now I could look up to her and see her lovely round jelly donut type breasts sway gentlely with her forward motion. She turned and walked to her own corner her tanning booth brown back to me. She turned and walked to Lisa who smiled broadly. Emma over reached again flauntedher breasts at Lisa. She turned back to her mistress and once more you heard the sound of a quick suck. This would have normally freaked me out but I was past freaking. Emma returned to her seat and curled up her legs but remained on show otherwise.
‘Dare you do this?” Lillian said. I looked at her. She looked over to Emma. “Monte Vardia Emma”. Emma swallowed and slowly raised to her feet. Lillian pushed the puffy out from the bottom of her armchair to the middle of the room. Emma pushed off her shoes using toes and heel. While she undid the button of her jeans. I knew what was coming but sat there topless, shivering with cold and excitement, very drunk now, head wine filled clouds of fog I could do nothing but watch. The zip was pulled down to reveal the glimpse of white knickers. Emma pulled the waistband out and then pushed the jeans down off her hips. The knickers moved to follow but braked themselves naturally. The jeans reached mid thigh and Emma now looked at me wanting to see my reaction. I was incapable of a reaction. The jeans continued down her legs to her knees then still holding them and bending so that her breasts moved out from her body, what a delightful sight, to her ankles for her to step out. I thought for a moment that was it. She would straighten up and pause. But no she now smiled wildly and pushed her thumbs into her knickers and all smiles and excitement pushed the knickers slowly tantalizingly and provocatively over her hips the upper portion of her black bush coming into show with a thin white line between it and her tanned abdomen. She now slowly pushed the knickers past her bush revealing all of its mysteries and a white triangle outlined traced around it by the limits of her tanning. The knickers were left mid thigh as she straightened fully then wriggled her body so that it shook the knickers to her ankles and made her breasts fill me with a need. Now naked except for socks she raised first her right then her left foot and pulled the socks off by their toes to reveal two dainty feet, exquisite. She now walked quite naked to the middle of the room and stepped up on to the puffy. This brief action revealed momentarily the pink of her secret lips. I would have to remember that both for posterity and personal safety. She placed her arms straight out at shoulder height with her body side on to me. I could see the outer curve of her bum which now drew me. Her bush and breasts where still in view but had been seen avidly. She slowly turned her body around first clockwise denying me her precious orb but slowly it was revealed and she turned slow enough to ensure plenty of feasting. Once back in her starting position she now turned slowly anti-clockwise. This motion ensured maximum vision of this delightful young women. She stopped and stepped down, turned her head back to me and smiled. She walked to her seat and sat down.
“Right Ally, you.re up next. Monte Vardia,” Lillian said.
I swooned with drunkenness as I stood. Was I really going to do this? Someone thought but not me. I stepped out of my work heels and let my nylon clad feet touch the rich pile carpet. Normally I would have changed on coming home but finding two naked young girls in your bedroom is likely to cause such normal trivia to slip your mind. I reached behind and undid my skirts button before pulling down the short zip of my pencil skirt. It proved tighter than usual to push down over my hips. It crackled as in rubbed over my tights. Bending slightly I was aware of the show my naked upper body was giving. My breasts fell away from my body and for the first time my nipples responded. I could see Lisa notice and signal the others who soon caught on and this just caused a chain reaction feedback loop. I could see Lillian leaning over the arm of her chair to look closely. The skirt crackled down my nylon legs under its own weight and gravity as I stood fully up. It heaped around my ankles and I stepped out and towards the centre of the room. I now reached for the waistband of my tights and bent slightly noticing my purple thong through my black nylons. I pushed them down being careful not to dislodge the thong needlessly. I did not wish to reveal anything more than I need to, too early. I pushed the nylon to mid thigh clearly revealing my thong and bare bottom cheeks to Emma. Bent double, my nylons at my knees I had to push them slowly down to my ankles then push the nylon heels past my heels on off my feet. My round 36c’s bobbed nicely as I did. I now straightened and tried not to image myself standing there in just thong but I could not help my own curiosity.
Nothing for it now. Thumbs in and deep breathe girl, I thought. Count to ten quickly, one, two, three, four, five, six, (slight push), seven, eight, nine, and on ten one smooth effortless push of the thong to ankles, bend completely double, then step out and stand up straight, thong in hand to turn slightly right to be able to drop them on sofa.
Now naked I pushed my facial hair back out of reflex and stood uneasily waiting for an instruction that never came. I fidgeted for about ten seconds before taking one step forward then up onto the puffy. Its softness caused me to wobble until I could find my drunken feet. I was facing Lisa and suddenly remembered the display Emma gave and wondered if Lisa and, my God, Lillian too saw such a display by me. Arms out straight I now slowly turned first clockwise towards Lillian revealing myself to her fully frontal, my rear now fully to Emma. I slowly turned to reveal my rear to Lisa the front of me nervously to the door. I had imaginings of strangers bursting through and seeing. I turned past the pile of discard clothes, purple underwear on the sofa with snow white blouse, skirt and tights and shoes in a line from the sofa towards the middle of the room as I had advanced discarding them. I now faced Emma, Lillian having the benefit of my too big fat arse. Now sober shall we say full round bottom. Continuing on to face the curtains I diligently had the presence of mind to check there was no opening gap. Now facing Lisa I completed my first turn and began the counter clockwise rotation, once more checking the curtains before facing Emma and mooning Lillian. Then back to the door and rear to Lisa. Before the double finale of full frontal to Lillian and moony to Emma. I stepped down and took up my place on my sofa.
Lisa now stood. She reached down for her pixy boots and undid first the left zip then the right. She then stood up straighter and raised her left leg. She grabbed the heel and pulled the boot off. Straightening fully she let the boot drop by her side catching the sofa edge as it dropped. Then repeated the action with her right dropping to the room floor near the fire place hearth. She now reached up under her mini skirt and fiddled a bit to get the edge of her black and dark grey horizontal stripped tights. Once they were firmly in her grasp her skirt raised up on her lower arms and wrists she pushed the tights down, slowly at first then with a jerk to be rolled up around her upper thighs. The pink cotton of her panties could now also be seen rolled into them. Her dark brown neat bush peeked out like a bristly hedgehog. She pushed the nylon and cotton roll down her thighs to her knees then bending completely to her ankles before forcing them off over her feet. This was obviously a well practised move. Her firm pointed breasts did not once betray her young nymphet features. Her pink nipples were almost on fire. She now stood up, straightened her mini and reached behind for her mini’s button and zip which thrust her breasts in my direction. There was a snap and then a metallic zerrrrr as the zip was pulled down. I held my breath waiting. The mini hung there and then she pushed it hard over her small bony hips, no fat on this chick. It fell with a crumpled sound on the pile carpet. She stood gloriously naked just letting us see. She then took up her position for the Monte Vardia.
She raised her arms to shoulder height and faced me directly. Her dark brown patch was clear enough to see and count individual hairs. Her pink nipples seemed to poke my lusting eyes out. I was now very aware that I was in some way turned on by this wanton display we were all making. Lillian’s clothed state was conscious to me to and seemed to make our state more debouched. My nakedness came flooding back to me and I roamed my hands over my body instinctively.
Lisa now began her slow rotation first clockwise turning to Emma back to Lillian. Then frontal past the curtain. Would we turn so slowly if they were open? I wondered. Now rear to me I realised just how elf like this young girl was wih no sign of womanhood yet. She continued to turn to face Lillian then back to face me once more. I could now see glistening her secret lips through her brown thatch covering and smell her scent. She turned anti-clockwise back to Lillian then around slowly to Emma before once more settling on me. A pause and then she broke the spell by stepping down and returning to her seat kicking her skirts, tights and panties and boots out of her way before she did.
Silence now fell.
It remained silent for what seemed like a life time of regrets. Then Lillian spoke. “Do you remember the first time you saw the girls naked?” she asked.
I nodded remembering seeing them naked in the driveway and mind’s eye. “Well we know you dare flash, and strip and parade but dare you streak? Not like at the beach when no one cares but right here right now?” I sat quietly motionless just absorbing the comment. I could not move. I was transfixed. I was already playing two films simultaneously in my mind. One of the girls caught in my headlights and one of me caught in the headlights of a stranger’s car. Then my heart pounded as the stranger turned into my neighbours. I shook my head.
“You said you dare do what the girls dare do,” Lillian reminded me. I sat quietly hoping this dream would end and I’\ would wake up. Lisa stood and Emma followed. Lillian stood and reached out her hand for mine. Instinctively I offered it up to her. She crossed the room, took it and pulled my naked body up. She pulled me to the door and pushed the handle down and pulled it open. I could now see into my dark hallway with no lights. The two naked youngsters behind me. Lillian stepped out into the hall and reached for the light switch. The lights burst on and shocked me with its ferocity of intimidating inquisitive light. Lillian pulled me into the hall. The block wood floor felt cold to my feet and I looked down towards the front door and its revealing glass window. Thank you for the outer solid wood door. In the day time the outer door stood open. I remembered seeing Lisa here naked cuffed and I flinched in worry. Lillian felt it and said. “Don’t worry. You must have been naked in your hall before.”
“You said you dare do what the girls dare do,” Lillian reminded me. I sat quietly hoping this dream would end and I’\ would wake up. Lisa stood and Emma followed. Lillian stood and reached out her hand for mine. Instinctively I offered it up to her. She crossed the room, took it and pulled my naked body up. She pulled me to the door and pushed the handle down and pulled it open. I could now see into my dark hallway with no lights. The two naked youngsters behind me. Lillian stepped out into the hall and reached for the light switch. The lights burst on and shocked me with its ferocity of intimidating inquisitive light. Lillian pulled me into the hall. The block wood floor felt cold to my feet and I looked down towards the front door and its revealing glass window. Thank you for the outer solid wood door. In the day time the outer door stood open. I remembered seeing Lisa here naked cuffed and I flinched in worry. Lillian felt it and said. “Don’t worry. You must have been naked in your hall before.”
I thought that I must have been at some point retrieving forgotten laundry but could not remember when. She pulled me to the kitchen door creating room for the youngsters to come out behind me. She opened the door and felt for the merciless light switch. Now in the spacious kitchen I felt uneasy. The back door loomed larger than life. It seemed to tower over me. It was an ominous giant. It moved of its own accorded and seemed drunk. No that was me but I was sobering up at the thought of what was going to be expected of me. I then realised other than the vague notion of being outside in my drive naked I did not know what was going to happen.
‘Wait, Lillian, I don’t think this is such a good idea,” I said.
‘Wait, Lillian, I don’t think this is such a good idea,” I said.
“Nonsense, its two in the morning. No one will be around. It will be completely safe and a great hoot. It will get your motor running again girl. Besides if they do it you’ve promised to match them.” I was undermined by my own psychology. I was never one for not stepping up to the crease.
The sound of three sets of bare feet pitter-pattered across the laminated floor of the kitchen. Lillian reached for the back door handle and I realised we had not locked it. I would have been mortified to be in the house naked if I had known. The door pulled open and the cold December air rushed in. The screaming light flooded out shouting “Look here naked women!” The door fully opened we clustered around it. Lillian let go of my hand and I now wrapped my left arm around my breasts and used my right hand to cover my thick unruly bush. The other two had done likewise. Lisa right and left, Emma left and right. We seemed to be waiting for something and then shivering realised it was instructions.
“Right girls altogether because it’s late and cold, okay,” said Lillian.
We all nodded.
“Across the drive to the side gate,” Lillian said. We all looked at each other for reassurance. The task was simple enough step out of the door and onto the step. Down onto the block pavement then turn to our right. Walk four or five paces to the corner of the house. Walk down between the garage and the house about thirty feet then turn across the front of the garage about 20 feet to the gate at the end of the garage and run between it and the wall of the alleyway. Then back.
“Lisa can lead,” Lillian said. Lisa pushed between me and Emma to the edge of the threshold. She stepped out into the night onto the step then stepped down. She turned back towards us. Her covered front was now revealed in the basking light her bottom now concealed by the night. I wonder if anyone was looking and what they could see. I expected a shout, a cry, a scream but silence but for the whisper of a faint breeze.
“You’re next Ally,” Lillian said.
This was it. I stepped up then back and then hesitated. Lillian give me a gentle push and then crazily I obeyed. I stepped out onto the cold step. The cold shot up like a carpet of pins on the soles of my feet. Then down onto the icy block paving. Was I completely mad? I was standing naked outside my own back door. Emma now followed.
We stood there for a few fleeting moments of self-doubt looking around accustoming ourselves to the darkness. I could see my naked body bathed in bright yellow light. The others likewise. Emma’s white bits positively glowing. I now could begin to make out the angles of the neighbour’s detached house and the clouds and stars glowing in the town lights. The moon thankfully was not full. Lisa moved off to the edge of the house and then quickly disappeared down the path between the garage and house. Emma prodded me to follow and I quickly moved with pace the cold biting at my feet. I soon turned into the much darker path between house and garage. Lisa blocked the light from the street. She would be on full show to anyone passing by and looking up my drive. My progress was slow with the lack of light but I could feel Emma bumping me driving me forward. Lisa reached the end and turned across the garage front.
This provided me with the light to see and move faster but also the light to be seen by. My heart now skipped and pounded. I could see down my drive and up the drive of the neighbours opposite. Suddenly what always appeared to be a private well concealed home seemed to be remarkably open to view from all directions. I could clearly see all the windows of the over the road neighbours and thankfully no lights were on and no faces could be seen at the window.
“Get a move on,” Emma whispered. As I reached the end of the path and began to turn across the front of the garage Lisa was in my face on her way back. We had to stop then dodge each other as we both tried to at first go the same way twice. I walked around her on the exposed side and Emma followed behind and over took me. She reached the gate just a pace ahead of me, the white triangle on her bum cheeks flashing in the white street lights. She touched it and turned and I followed. As I turned Lisa was still standing at the entry back up between the garage and house. She seemed to be waiting for something. A shock hit me as something appeared from the gap. My heart leaped and then settled. It was Lillian. She scampered over to me. “Did you think I was going to let you have all the fun?” she said then unwrapping herself revealed her full nakedness to me. Lisa now disappeared up the path and Emma followed. I entered next to find that it was even darker and slower in this direction. Lillian bumped me forward and we immerged into the back garden then crossed to the house. Emma and Lisa were already inside still naked revealed fully in the light. My body now seemed to turn from invisible to visible as the light poured out onto me. I stepped in to see Lillian’s clothes in a heap at the back door. She must have stripped off in the open doorway with all the world to see if they ha’d bothered to look. She now stepped in behind me and I turned to look. I saw her nakedness completely for the first time. Her red hair on top was matched by a equally red bush. She turned to close and lock the door. Her round bottom was just right not skinny nor fat. She turned back to reveal dark nipples. A story to tell there too. Her breasts were keel type angled upper with round bottom. Like a boat profile. The kettle was boiling in the back ground.
“We’ll need a cup of tea to warm up,” Lillian said. Emma went to make it as Lillian came forward and pecked me on the cheek. “You wouldn’t let me lead you in the future if you didn’t believe I was up to it to,” she said.
“I’ll get our clothes” said Lisa and disappeared off into the living room and brought back just our outer clothes. We dressed in just outer garments, I had on my blouse and skirt, Emma just put on her outer top, Lisa replaced her mini and t-shirt, Lillian just put on her sweatshirt top. We sat and had our cup of tea. The silence was awesome and I just kept reliving the events of the evening. Lillian asked if she could stay and I of course agreed. I slipped off upstairs to the spare room and made up the bed for her. Emma refilled the kettles and I brought hot water bottles for all. I put out the lights, double checked the doors and put on the alarm. I started up the stairs and realised that we had all left our underwear scattered around the house. Lillian greeted me naked at the top of the stairs. “You are okay about this aren’t you?” she asked.
Curiously I did not answer but smiled and wondered if I could do the crazy things the girls had said they had done.
The sound of three sets of bare feet pitter-pattered across the laminated floor of the kitchen. Lillian reached for the back door handle and I realised we had not locked it. I would have been mortified to be in the house naked if I had known. The door pulled open and the cold December air rushed in. The screaming light flooded out shouting “Look here naked women!” The door fully opened we clustered around it. Lillian let go of my hand and I now wrapped my left arm around my breasts and used my right hand to cover my thick unruly bush. The other two had done likewise. Lisa right and left, Emma left and right. We seemed to be waiting for something and then shivering realised it was instructions.
“Right girls altogether because it’s late and cold, okay,” said Lillian.
We all nodded.
“Across the drive to the side gate,” Lillian said. We all looked at each other for reassurance. The task was simple enough step out of the door and onto the step. Down onto the block pavement then turn to our right. Walk four or five paces to the corner of the house. Walk down between the garage and the house about thirty feet then turn across the front of the garage about 20 feet to the gate at the end of the garage and run between it and the wall of the alleyway. Then back.
“Lisa can lead,” Lillian said. Lisa pushed between me and Emma to the edge of the threshold. She stepped out into the night onto the step then stepped down. She turned back towards us. Her covered front was now revealed in the basking light her bottom now concealed by the night. I wonder if anyone was looking and what they could see. I expected a shout, a cry, a scream but silence but for the whisper of a faint breeze.
“You’re next Ally,” Lillian said.
This was it. I stepped up then back and then hesitated. Lillian give me a gentle push and then crazily I obeyed. I stepped out onto the cold step. The cold shot up like a carpet of pins on the soles of my feet. Then down onto the icy block paving. Was I completely mad? I was standing naked outside my own back door. Emma now followed.
We stood there for a few fleeting moments of self-doubt looking around accustoming ourselves to the darkness. I could see my naked body bathed in bright yellow light. The others likewise. Emma’s white bits positively glowing. I now could begin to make out the angles of the neighbour’s detached house and the clouds and stars glowing in the town lights. The moon thankfully was not full. Lisa moved off to the edge of the house and then quickly disappeared down the path between the garage and house. Emma prodded me to follow and I quickly moved with pace the cold biting at my feet. I soon turned into the much darker path between house and garage. Lisa blocked the light from the street. She would be on full show to anyone passing by and looking up my drive. My progress was slow with the lack of light but I could feel Emma bumping me driving me forward. Lisa reached the end and turned across the garage front.
This provided me with the light to see and move faster but also the light to be seen by. My heart now skipped and pounded. I could see down my drive and up the drive of the neighbours opposite. Suddenly what always appeared to be a private well concealed home seemed to be remarkably open to view from all directions. I could clearly see all the windows of the over the road neighbours and thankfully no lights were on and no faces could be seen at the window.
“Get a move on,” Emma whispered. As I reached the end of the path and began to turn across the front of the garage Lisa was in my face on her way back. We had to stop then dodge each other as we both tried to at first go the same way twice. I walked around her on the exposed side and Emma followed behind and over took me. She reached the gate just a pace ahead of me, the white triangle on her bum cheeks flashing in the white street lights. She touched it and turned and I followed. As I turned Lisa was still standing at the entry back up between the garage and house. She seemed to be waiting for something. A shock hit me as something appeared from the gap. My heart leaped and then settled. It was Lillian. She scampered over to me. “Did you think I was going to let you have all the fun?” she said then unwrapping herself revealed her full nakedness to me. Lisa now disappeared up the path and Emma followed. I entered next to find that it was even darker and slower in this direction. Lillian bumped me forward and we immerged into the back garden then crossed to the house. Emma and Lisa were already inside still naked revealed fully in the light. My body now seemed to turn from invisible to visible as the light poured out onto me. I stepped in to see Lillian’s clothes in a heap at the back door. She must have stripped off in the open doorway with all the world to see if they ha’d bothered to look. She now stepped in behind me and I turned to look. I saw her nakedness completely for the first time. Her red hair on top was matched by a equally red bush. She turned to close and lock the door. Her round bottom was just right not skinny nor fat. She turned back to reveal dark nipples. A story to tell there too. Her breasts were keel type angled upper with round bottom. Like a boat profile. The kettle was boiling in the back ground.
“We’ll need a cup of tea to warm up,” Lillian said. Emma went to make it as Lillian came forward and pecked me on the cheek. “You wouldn’t let me lead you in the future if you didn’t believe I was up to it to,” she said.
“I’ll get our clothes” said Lisa and disappeared off into the living room and brought back just our outer clothes. We dressed in just outer garments, I had on my blouse and skirt, Emma just put on her outer top, Lisa replaced her mini and t-shirt, Lillian just put on her sweatshirt top. We sat and had our cup of tea. The silence was awesome and I just kept reliving the events of the evening. Lillian asked if she could stay and I of course agreed. I slipped off upstairs to the spare room and made up the bed for her. Emma refilled the kettles and I brought hot water bottles for all. I put out the lights, double checked the doors and put on the alarm. I started up the stairs and realised that we had all left our underwear scattered around the house. Lillian greeted me naked at the top of the stairs. “You are okay about this aren’t you?” she asked.
Curiously I did not answer but smiled and wondered if I could do the crazy things the girls had said they had done.
Student House Part 2
Christmas and the Millennium passed slowly for one of my consciousnesses which lay in bed reminiscing watching old films. I visited friends and neighbours trying to immerse myself in the Christmas and ending of day’s spirit but I was often like an observer looking in. My mind was saying ‘Imagine what your friends and neighbours would think of you if they knew what you’d done’. All I could think of was being naked in the driveway. I would arrive home and imagine myself in my headlights. I would go out to the garage to put something away or get something out of storage needed or not. Just to walk the route I had taken naked and to stand on the spots. I began to keep a diary not sure why and looked back over the last three months to pin point dates.
Soon I began to forget the events or at least they were no longer pressing on my conscious mind. The Boxing Day Sale and New Year Sale were frantic and kept my visions at bay. Exhausted after a hard day selling the drive home through the brightly lit streets would bring back the memories. Memories began to become fantasies as the visions grew minds of their own. Each time I ventured a little further down the drive. I imagined being caught, and caught and arrested my face and story in the local paper. Strangely even that was exciting. The holiday season passed and Emma rang to confirm her return on Monday 10th January 2000. Lisa phoned later to say she would be arriving later Monday too.
I was driving home from friends on Sunday when I spotted Lillian and pipped at her. She waved excitedly and smiled broadly. I pulled over and she approached. I wound down the window and she poked her head in. “Where’s your bike?” I said.
Soon I began to forget the events or at least they were no longer pressing on my conscious mind. The Boxing Day Sale and New Year Sale were frantic and kept my visions at bay. Exhausted after a hard day selling the drive home through the brightly lit streets would bring back the memories. Memories began to become fantasies as the visions grew minds of their own. Each time I ventured a little further down the drive. I imagined being caught, and caught and arrested my face and story in the local paper. Strangely even that was exciting. The holiday season passed and Emma rang to confirm her return on Monday 10th January 2000. Lisa phoned later to say she would be arriving later Monday too.
I was driving home from friends on Sunday when I spotted Lillian and pipped at her. She waved excitedly and smiled broadly. I pulled over and she approached. I wound down the window and she poked her head in. “Where’s your bike?” I said.
“Been to friends drinking so didn’t take it,” Lillian replied.
“Can I give you a lift?” I asked.
“Please, I live over on the new estate,” she said. The new estate was at least 40 years old but was always referred to as the new estate. It had 1960’s tower blocks and housing blocks joined by concrete bridges. Lillian got in and we set off. “Emma and Lisa are back tomorrow” I said.
“Yeah, I know, can’t wait to get them stripped” Lillian said. Then I think realising her thoughts had been broadcast, “Oh, sorry, did I say that out loud?” and laughed.
“Yes, you did …. But I’m not upset by it ….. I stand by what I said” I said quivering a bit in disbelief of my utterance.
“Which bit?” Lillian said turning to look at me big beaming smile on her face. Quiet fell for sometime.
“The I can have them flash you and streak whenever I like …or… the you’re willing to do what they dare do …. Or both” Lillian said in a paced and measured way looking for my reaction.
“The I can have them flash you and streak whenever I like …or… the you’re willing to do what they dare do …. Or both” Lillian said in a paced and measured way looking for my reaction.
“Where here?” I said at the junction that led into the new estate.
“Straight down and right at the mini roundabout then third block on the left near the external steps” Lillian said. I drove on. “Would you like me to have you flash and streak at my command?” Lillian suddenly said from the still quiet which made me twitch and the car weave. “I better keep quiet and let you concentrate on the road” Lillian said.
I pulled up into a parking space. “Your car will be okay here. Come up for a cup of tea,” Lillian said.
I pulled up into a parking space. “Your car will be okay here. Come up for a cup of tea,” Lillian said.
I hesitated and was about to say no when some stranger inside me said “Yes, love too”. We exited the car into the cold night and climbed the concrete steps to the lower walkway.
About 100 feet along Lillian stopped and began to press buttons on a door entry device. “Here we are, be it ever so humble its home,” she said. Once inside the door I noticed the stairs leading up. We began to climb, first, second and then third floor. Lillian rummaged in her large bag as we climbed looking for her keys. The bike chained at the top of the third floor told me that one or other of the two doors was hers. It turned out to be the one to the left. She placed the key in the lock and opened the door stepping in to the darkness and clicking on the lights.
She closed the door behind us and removed her scarves and woolly hat putting them on a coat hook in the hall. She undid her coat and hung it in the same place. I had undone my coat and was slipping it off my shoulders waiting for the invite. “Let me take your … CLOTHES,” Lillian said with a beaming smile. “Oh, I mean your coat of course,” I smiled and fained a scowl. Lillian took my coat and hung it up.
The flat was warm and cosy with eastern designs everywhere. Lamps were covered to dim the light seductively. Lillian offered me a seat on a medium two seat sofa with a lovely knitted wool throw over it. She departed to make tea and returned with a photo album? She passed the album to me and smiled. “You didn’t answer my questions?”
I took the album, puzzled by the offering of it, as she left to carry on making the tea. I placed it on my lap and open the solid padded front. The first picture took my breath away. In full colour there was Lillian standing out on her landing back to her closed door. It was clearly daylight. Full naked colour that was. Her flame red hair top and bottom stood out. You could count her freckles. Her breasts obviously responded to the situation. The caption underneath read.” Lillian Reminsky Sept 1994 age 19.” I turned the page expecting more photo’s of Lillian but was greeted by four smaller photos to the left and one by its self on the right. The top left was Lillian but each of the others was of a different girl outside in the stairwell and landing. Clearly some were taken away from the flat on other floors. The one of Lillian had number 76 on the door which was the floor below. They were all dated 1994 or 1995. I turned over again and this time there was eight photos. Again Lillian top left naked outside the outer door in darkness but the flash of the camera revealed everything. Each picture bore a name, age and month and year 1996. One picture featured two girls together, and another feature Lillian with another girl. All the girls were very obviously naked with only one trying to cover and looking a little sheepish. I turned over again and saw only two pictures. I heard Lillian stirring the pot and wanted to be done looking when she entered. I turned over again the format was the same except these where label 1997. It suddenly struck me. Were Emma and Lisa in here? I turned again 1997, then again 1998, then again 1999, and then again. The last five pictures in the book Emma and Lisa by themselves on the landing below, then with each other at the bottom of the stairs, then each with Lillian outside the front door. All naked and well lit and defined. I then noticed a photo was missing. Just its white pencil inscription remained below it. I read it with fear and crazy jubilation. “Alison Cross age 39 Jan 2000”.
Lillian entered with two mugs of tea and I placed the album down on the table. I took my tea shaking a bit as I did. Lillian noticed the shaking and smiled. “You did say you’d do what the girls did. Didn’t you?” she said back to me turning to sit in the chair opposite my place on the sofa.
She closed the door behind us and removed her scarves and woolly hat putting them on a coat hook in the hall. She undid her coat and hung it in the same place. I had undone my coat and was slipping it off my shoulders waiting for the invite. “Let me take your … CLOTHES,” Lillian said with a beaming smile. “Oh, I mean your coat of course,” I smiled and fained a scowl. Lillian took my coat and hung it up.
The flat was warm and cosy with eastern designs everywhere. Lamps were covered to dim the light seductively. Lillian offered me a seat on a medium two seat sofa with a lovely knitted wool throw over it. She departed to make tea and returned with a photo album? She passed the album to me and smiled. “You didn’t answer my questions?”
I took the album, puzzled by the offering of it, as she left to carry on making the tea. I placed it on my lap and open the solid padded front. The first picture took my breath away. In full colour there was Lillian standing out on her landing back to her closed door. It was clearly daylight. Full naked colour that was. Her flame red hair top and bottom stood out. You could count her freckles. Her breasts obviously responded to the situation. The caption underneath read.” Lillian Reminsky Sept 1994 age 19.” I turned the page expecting more photo’s of Lillian but was greeted by four smaller photos to the left and one by its self on the right. The top left was Lillian but each of the others was of a different girl outside in the stairwell and landing. Clearly some were taken away from the flat on other floors. The one of Lillian had number 76 on the door which was the floor below. They were all dated 1994 or 1995. I turned over again and this time there was eight photos. Again Lillian top left naked outside the outer door in darkness but the flash of the camera revealed everything. Each picture bore a name, age and month and year 1996. One picture featured two girls together, and another feature Lillian with another girl. All the girls were very obviously naked with only one trying to cover and looking a little sheepish. I turned over again and saw only two pictures. I heard Lillian stirring the pot and wanted to be done looking when she entered. I turned over again the format was the same except these where label 1997. It suddenly struck me. Were Emma and Lisa in here? I turned again 1997, then again 1998, then again 1999, and then again. The last five pictures in the book Emma and Lisa by themselves on the landing below, then with each other at the bottom of the stairs, then each with Lillian outside the front door. All naked and well lit and defined. I then noticed a photo was missing. Just its white pencil inscription remained below it. I read it with fear and crazy jubilation. “Alison Cross age 39 Jan 2000”.
Lillian entered with two mugs of tea and I placed the album down on the table. I took my tea shaking a bit as I did. Lillian noticed the shaking and smiled. “You did say you’d do what the girls did. Didn’t you?” she said back to me turning to sit in the chair opposite my place on the sofa.
“I was drunk,” I said not sure what point I was trying to make.
“I’d offer you something but, a) I don’t have anything in, and b) you’re driving,” Lillian said. I did get her point on both hidden and expressed meanings. I sipped my tea looking right at her and glancing down at the album. I could not get all those faces out of my mind. There must have been at least twenty different girls. Lillian disarmed the silence with a “What did you do at Christmas?” question.
I told her what I did and where I went and what I got. She likewise shared her Christmas details with me. The warmth of the fire and low light of the room ate into my body and I relaxed and started to feel quite sleepy. Lillian too seemed to be about to nod off. “I’ll turn the fire off once you’ve had your picture took,” Lillian said from nowhere reminding me of the album. I did not respond but shivered even in this warm room. I looked right at her.
I told her what I did and where I went and what I got. She likewise shared her Christmas details with me. The warmth of the fire and low light of the room ate into my body and I relaxed and started to feel quite sleepy. Lillian too seemed to be about to nod off. “I’ll turn the fire off once you’ve had your picture took,” Lillian said from nowhere reminding me of the album. I did not respond but shivered even in this warm room. I looked right at her.
“Can I use your loo?” I said for something more to say than need.
“Yes, through the door on the right” she said point with her head to the door in question. Leading from the room was another door. I stood and crossed to it. It was on the wall at right angles to the door from the entrance hall. The open edge was on the same wall as the entrance door at the opposite end of the wall. As I reached it Lillian spoke, “Dare you to come back naked,” she said. I froze in my tracks, thinking that this move was not perhaps a good one after all. I finished crossing the floor and pulled open the door. The dim light from the room barely illuminated the small square hall with three further doors. I opened the one to the left and the outside light from the window showed me it was a bathroom. I found the pull cord and the light flickered on. I entered and turned closing and locking the door behind me.
I hitched up my dress and reached for my tights and panties. I pushed them down and sat down on the porcelain seat. The trickle of my water echoed around the small bathroom. To my left was a basin under the window then a bath tub with a shower curtain. I thought to myself how if taking a shower anyone coming in through the door would see everything. Then I rationalised it away with the fact that the flat was obviously meant for one inhabitant or a couple. I finished, reached for some paper to mop up the drips, then stood and replaced my thong and tights turning to pull the chain. Suddenly Lillian’s words seemed to echo around the room and my interior head. “Dare you to come back naked?”
My breathing slowed, then grew in volume and rapidity as my mind visualised just that, stripping off and walking back to the room naked. Of course I knew that it wouldn’t end there. I would end up in Lillian’s album. “Dare I” What will happen to me? Will I change, be dammed for life? I couldn’t take it. I should run. But then calm resolve. No way was I going to let anyone see that blank space that I had chickened out. What was I saying, that I preferred whoever came along after me saw me naked? I guessed I was.
I stepped away from the toilet bowl into the middle of the room to face the door. I reached for my black dining dress zip over my shoulders with both hands. Hands reaching around my neck my left hand fingers held my zip ends straight whilst my right thumb and first started the zip off. It seemed to make a thundering sound. I briefly wondered if Lillian could hear me. She must have heard the chain pull and know what I was doing. That alone made me tingle. I was here contemplating this act with her sitting feet away contemplating my actions. We seemed strangely joined in our minds.
I now dropped my arms and reached up my back with my right hand to catch the little tag that allowed you to pull the zip down when you had no need of a man anymore. Zerrrr and then I pulled the zip sides carefully away with both hands zerrrr. My back now open I pushed the dress off my shoulders to reveal my bra and short slip straps in the full length mirror on the back of the door. The dress’s short selves fell slowly down my arms to my elbows revealing a black lacy bra. Then I lowered my arms straight down my body and the dress fell to the floor. I stepped to the side and dipped to pick it up watching my refection in the mirror all the time I did. I stood in black heels, black nylon tights, black slip, black lacy bra and invisible underneath the nylon a lacy black mini thong. Sexy expensive underwear was a perk of the job. I dropped the toilet lid and placed my dress carefully over it.
I now slipped my feet out of my heels by arching my foot then pulling back my heel from the shoe. I soon stood inches shorter in my nylon feet on the lino flooring. The view in the mirror was tantalizing. #All I could thinking about was being naked and seeing myself. I reached up under my slip for the waistband of the tights and pulled it loose away from my body. I eased them past the thong not wanting to spoil my later pleasure. What was I thinking? I pushed them down to my knees then bending pushed them down to my ankles. At this point I raised my head to see the view in the mirror. I then pushed the nylon heel over my heel and off my left foot then repeated the action with my right. I now stood bare legged. The black sexy slip and lingerie enhanced and refined my white form. This was it moment of truth “Dare I”.
I reached for the slip’s shoulder straps and slipped them off my shoulders. Once clear I pulled my arms through then eased the slip top over my bra. Once past my breasts in dropped to be caught by my hips. I carefully like with the tights eased it past the thong. It dropped to the floor and I dipped to pick it up and placed it with the dress. I reached for the catch of my bra and released the top clip then the bottom clip. The power of the elastic pulled the strap from my right fingers. I now shrugged my shoulders then picked the straps up off my shoulders with thumbs and first fingers pulling it clear of my body revealing my breasts to only myself. Although I’d seen my self naked many times in mirrors this some how seemed the first time. I was conscious of thinking about what people would see shortly if I was unlucky to be caught. Now for the full effect. I reached for the thong. Held my breath and placed my thumbs in the waist band. I shuffled the thong side to side collecting it together to reveal my black bush with “Oh my God a grey hair” mortified I had to continue I couldn’t command myself to stop. I pushed the thong down remaining stood straight to my lower thighs then let it drop by gravity to my ankles. I kicked it off watching closely my reflection in the mirror. I now stood completely naked looking myself over. Then turning to try to see my bottom first to the left then to the right. I had prevaricated long enough with this personal sensual pleasure it was time to reveal all to Lillian.
One last deep breath and I pulled the little stub of the bolt lock then reached for the door handle. I pushed it down and the light from the bathroom flood the dimly lit square hall. I stepped out and looked back in to the bathroom reaching for the pull cord to turn out the light. My discard clothes lay over the toilet seat or in a small heap in the middles of the floor with my heels seem to stand out crying to be safely filled again. I shivered and plunged myself into the dimness of the hall just lit by the light from the main room and the street light poring in through the bathroom window.
I now turned and stepped through the doorway back into the main room. Lillian sat still in the chair just looking in the direction of the door. She smiled and just looked at me for what seemed ever. She then stood and smiled again. She seemed curious. As if she couldn’t quite believe that I had done it. She raised her arm to her head and showed me the digital camera. I now became self-conscious again and crossed my arms at my abdomen and began to stoke my fore arms with the opposite hand. The camera made no noise, it was generation one technology before company's added a electronic shutter noise to make people feel more secure. The only evidence of the snap being taken was the brief flash which dazzled my eyes.
“You look great. I hope my body keeps half as good” Lillian said. I couldn’t bring myself to believe her flattery. “So now what? I said. Lillian smiled. “Well you just pop out the front door and walk down to the outer door and I’ll take your picture” she said. “Oh very funny, not, I’m sure’ I said. Silence fell and I pondered. “You can photograph me outside your door and that’s it” I said. Lillian smiled a curious smile. “Okay, we’ll see?” she said and moved to the door to the hall, “Come on then!” she finished.
I walked the length of the wall to the other door from the room and stepped into the hall. Lillian had clicked the light on and was looking through the little peep hole, hand on the door handle. “Coast clear, don’t want you getting caught first time” she said smiling riley. The handle crunched as it pulled back the bar from the recess. The light from the landing mixed with the light from the hall through the gap. I could see the grey floor tiles and the pale blue wall. Lillian now pulled the door open fully. Still just stood in the hall way I presented my naked right side to the world. I cradle myself at my waist with each elbow in the cup of the opposite hand gently rubbing the elbow. I now turned dropping my arms to face the door of number 77. The deep blue door seem to scream in alarm at my nakedness. I stepped to the threshold of the flat with the common space and poked my head out. This seemed strange even to me in my state, the real danger of discovery came from behind 77 not from below where I now looked. One final thought of cowardice, when last breath of the warm flat air, one more moment of lingering then out I stepped in the world.
The lower landing which I was looking down on had two medium sized windows just below the ceiling of the next floor above. I’d not thought about these although they where clearly visible I the photographs. In the day light ones you could see distant green grass or grey concrete of the block opposite. I looked intently at them. “People can see (Lillian said making me jump back towards safety but being stopped my Lillian’s close proximity) but only if they where looking intently and at the right angle”. This reassured my pounding heart but a thought which didn’t crystallise until later crossed my mind.
“Now what?” I whispered very quietly. “Dare you to walk down the stairs?” Lillian said. I looked at her over my shoulder then down the stairs then at the horrible door opposite. My mind seemed to process many things at that moment. The cool of the open stairs reviving my senses. It seemed the obvious challenge to me, scary, but not as scary as being 10 stairs from safety. “I’ll let you photograph me over there” I said pointing with my finger in rapid poking movement. “Okay, no covering and strike a pose” Lillian said. I Went up on tip toes to peer over the banister rail down the stairs to be sure that no one was there. Just in case instead of screaming at the presence of a naked woman they’d remained silent. I looked up to the next floor since the stairs from the fourth floor end outside of number 77. I tip toed over and turned back. Lillian raised the camera as I thought but in stead stroke a pose and said, “Stand like this”. I knew the pose she meant the majority of the girls I the photo stood like that.
I pushed my fingers through my air gathering it up from around my face into the centre of my head. This would I though either reveal my facial identity more or conceal it from those not so acquainted with me. My body was angled slightly to my right turning my breasts and torso to a shallow angle to the camera. My left leg came forward with a bend at the knee my foot raising on its tip toe. My right foot lay flat to the ground. This wound uncover my lower pubis and reveal fully my thick lush bush but hopefully no more. The flash went off and I broke pose. “One more for luck” Lillian said and I re-struck the pose. Flash. I waited for a briefer than brief moment wanting myself to be sure the picture had took then break pose and dashed for the cover of Lillian’s flat. I expected her to get out of the way but she did not move blocking the entrance to her flat and my safety. “I’ve done it let me in” I said forgetting to completely whisper. Lillian smiled. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small book and past it to me. I took it and opened it. It was a log of every girls streak including Lillian’s. I processed the point immediately the streaks where measure in stairs. I thumbed through and found Emma’s and Lisa’s first. Twelve and twenty two respectively.
I past the book back and looked down the stairs to the next half landing and countered the stairs expecting that they would be more than twenty now some how. I’d resolved it that brief moment to walk more than twelve and at least one more, more than twenty-two. I looked around conscious again of the sounds of TV’s and people going about their lives. As I looked down the stairs the stairs seemed to pull out and slide back of their own accorded shortening and elongating the perceived distance to travel. I turned fully toward them I’d been stood facing Lillian with my left side to the stair top. One pace and I was at the edge and tried to peer over and between to the full landing below. I could see the top right corner of door number 75.
With a look back over my shoulder I stepped down to the first step turning my body left as I did with my right foot leaving my left safely on the landing. I placed my hands on the banister rail and then moved my left foot down to join my right. There was just enough room for both naked feet. I repeated the manoeuvre again and again. I could feel the excitement building in my body again. A tingle down below. The upper landing was still safely close. Once more I stepped then again, five. Once more then once more peering right over the banister now to be able to see the full length of 75 but nothing of 74 yet. Looking back up Lillian now seemed on top of a steep mountain. She had raised the camera. Flash. One more and one more now the half landing was closure than safety one whole step then one more step now to it. I visualised myself there than I was. Naked far from home in all senses of the phrase.
I was now full of contradiction. I was frighten of being discovered. If some one came from 77 I’d be cut off. Chances where that if someone came from 75 or 74 I’d hear them opening the door first and then be off before they came out. I was shaking with fear. But then that strange thought came over me. That perhaps being caught would be a frill. But again. I could now see 74 fully and my mind turned to twelve and twenty-two. Twelve was achievable with out any more risk than I was already taking. I was stood at the curve of the banister, this time I stepped to the side so I faced down the next set of stairs head on fully exposed. Flash! I looked up at Lillian who’d moved down two stairs.
Eleven and twelve where achieved without thought. I was growing comfortable with my nakedness if not the situation. One more slow step down, then another, then another. I was now hesitant again. I was fully available to anyone coming out of 74, I’d be slightly shield or totally exposed to some one coming out of 75 depending on how they stepped out and my reactions. I bit my lip and looked up and around. I’d done more than twelve but where was twenty-two or three even. my mind processed the question and came to the alarming answer three stairs down past 74.
My body now began to shake even more violently or perhaps no more than it had been from the start of my adventure but I just noticed it again properly. I pondered chickening out not thinking that all the time I hesitated there in the open I was giving Lillian a full show and potentially offering myself to any nibble flat escapologist who came tearing out to see. My mind pondered people sitting watching TV become uneasy and sensing that something was going on. Stop it! I was just making myself more nervous. But excited. I was shaking and wondering if I should pop to the loo. In the middle of all this? No breaking off now I’d not have the courage again. One more look then resolve. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty then pause look at 75 then 74 then step down onto their landing. Flash!
Quickness now I thought. I rounded the banister curve and took twenty-one, twenty two, twenty-three then filled with the headiness of excitement twenty-four before my nerve broke and I spun around squeaking much to loudly on the grey tiles and pulling myself up the banister took three or four stairs at a time as I dashed back up. I was at the half landing in seconds Lillian smiling and giggling under her breath as I shot past her and fixed on the black hole of door 78. I bounded up the last flight and shot into the flat and straight through the living room pulling the far door nearly off its hinges as I flung myself through the bathroom door grabbing the pull cord as I did. Bathing my nakedness in light one more. I crossed the floor and pushed my slip and dress off the toilet before turning and shut the bathroom door with a forceful push as quietly as I could before turning once more striding across the floor plunking myself down on the toilet and release all the tension which echoed around the room and I don’t just mean the sound of running water.
It took a while for me to completely regain my senses and composure. I suddenly remembered that a) I was naked, b) in a strange flat miles from home, c) just posed naked for how many one, two, three oh countless colour photographs, and d) streaked the public area of a council block of flats, and YES! Twenty-four stairs first time out! Hat was I thinking1 What was I saying! This was stupid get a grip girl and stop shaking. Shaking with nervous exhaustion and post excitement withdrawal.
I mopped and stood to dress. I could hear Lillian across the way doing something. I’d worked out that the door opposite the bathroom must be the bedroom. I’d heard her walk through a little after I’d made my post victory re-entry. I picked up my thong and once more saw my reflection in the mirror and smiled and winked at the naked woman I saw there. Way to go girl! I stepped into the thong and pulled it up looking in the mirror to check its straightness with my thumbs aid. Next I reached for my bra and replaced it around my middle with hooks to the front for easy of fastening. Then turned it the right way before putting my arms through the straps and pulling it into correct placement. Adjusting its fit by pull bits out from underneath its self and straightening twists. Next the tights, replacing the toilet seat to sit down and pull them over my toes then up my legs to my knees before standing and bending slightly to pull them up then the waistband out over my thongs before squaring off the thicker upper band. Next the slip retrieve from the far side of the bath room where it had landed when I shoved it off the seat in haste. Taking it by the straps standing slightly bent, holding it out at arms length knee height, and stepping into it with my right then left foot before puling it up over my body that static crackling as I did. Now the dinning dress sheer black and body hugging tight. Stepping in at ankle height as I held it stooped over. Pulling it up then slipping arms through before reaching behind my back to pull the zip up as far as possible. Zerrrr. Then reach over shoulders to fiddle for the tag and pulling it to the top, zerrr. Then in the safety of the heels I remembered the vision before departing the safety of the bathroom. They now welcomed me back. The suction of the air being forced out as my feet slipped in. Firm warm and safe again.
I now checked my dress in the mirror and straighten my hair before one quick deep breath in before I faced the world. I’d not bothered with the lock this time in my haste so just pushed the handle of the door and pulled it open. Remembering I’d not flushed I turned back and pulled the chain before turning and crossing again to the door. I pulled it wide open hand on pull cord and plunge the bathroom and my memories into the cloak and shield of darkness. I crossed the little dimly lit square hall to the door to Lillian’s bedroom. The bed stood out. It was covered with a elegant home made quilt and scatter cushions the room was decorated in eastern style too. Lillian worked at a compute a powerful table light made up for the bedside locker lights which where covered with a silk cloth to dim them and cast a colourful shadow of light around the room.
“Come in I’m just sorting out the pictures before printing” Lillian said. I wasn’t sure if I was brave enough to see myself naked for posterity especially my posterior. I entered and crossed the room. I saw from the door way that the picture Lillian had on the screen was one of me dashing back up the stairs at the bottom of the second flight. You could clearly see far to much. My erect nipples, my God, I had realised I was that much on show! My black bush stood out but mercifully you couldn’t see anything else. “This is the one for the album” Lillian said and for a moment I thought she meant the one on the screen but she click the mouse and the picture changed to the one of me posing outside number 77. “I’ll just print it off and we’ll get a cup of tea while it dries” she said and with that the printer to the side clunked and snapped into life. The sound of the paper advancing and the ink cartridge moving side to side filled the room. One final snap plastic clink and the photo was ejected. The printer sprang immediately into life again. “A souvenir’ Lillian said as I looked now on a upside down photo of me, yes me, I’ll say it a gain for it to stick ME naked.
Lillian stood and gestured for me to leave the room. I turned to walk out. “I’ll get us a cup of tea you must be thirsty after all that exercise and excitement” truth was I was. I sat on the sofa playing over in my mine what I had just done. The album on the table calling me. I thought shortly my photo would be in that dammed thing too for all the world to see. Lillian brought me my tea and we sat sipping on it until I laid back against the sofa and said, “Lillian what are you making me do?” “I didn’t make you do anything?” Lillian said. I sat forward smiled and shook my head. I looked at my watch. “Gosh is that the time, I’ll have to go. Early start again tomorrow with all the new spring line to sort out” I said. I stood and Lillian stood too. “I’ll get your souvenir” Lillian said and quickly disappeared to the bedroom. I moved into the hall and put on my coat. Lillian appeared with the photo in a card cover. She reached forward and placed her lips on my cheek and pecked me. I turned and Lillian brushed past me to open the door then stood just inside and to the side to let me out. On the landing I turned and poked my head back into the hall where she stood and kissed her goodbye and said so at the same time. I turned and looked down the stairs. Smiled and turned my head to Lillian and we both giggled knowing exactly my thoughts. I clip-clopped down the stairs with a spring in my step remembering myself naked and thankful I hadn’t my attention grabbing heels on last time I was here. They where sure to wake the neighbours from their banal TV trance.
At the bottom I pressed the button to release the outside door and stepped out into the chilled cold dark night and paused for a moment to collect myself and remember where exactly my car was parked. I set off at pace to get out of the cold and to reach safety the council estate was a foreboding place to us other worlders as we where often referred to. My mobile morsed the receipt of a message and I decided not to look or read it out here in the wild west. I took out my key as I neared my car in preparation for a quick get away. I opened the door and before getting in took the photograph out of my long pocket. I climbed in and closed the door. I was now once more aware of the photograph and what I’d done. I couldn’t help opening the card front and looking in. The dim light wasn’t very good so I reached for my interior light switch and pulled it on. I looked at the picture in awe not really believing that it was me or that it was less than an hour ago I was naked on the stairs of the block of flats in front of me. My mobile morsed the receipt of another message and this time I fumbled in my pocket for it. I used the dexterity of one hand to bring up the messages. “Did you enjoy your little streak?” “Dare you to streak again….?” How had Lillian, for I assumed it was her and not some voyeur stranger, got my number.
I hitched up my dress and reached for my tights and panties. I pushed them down and sat down on the porcelain seat. The trickle of my water echoed around the small bathroom. To my left was a basin under the window then a bath tub with a shower curtain. I thought to myself how if taking a shower anyone coming in through the door would see everything. Then I rationalised it away with the fact that the flat was obviously meant for one inhabitant or a couple. I finished, reached for some paper to mop up the drips, then stood and replaced my thong and tights turning to pull the chain. Suddenly Lillian’s words seemed to echo around the room and my interior head. “Dare you to come back naked?”
My breathing slowed, then grew in volume and rapidity as my mind visualised just that, stripping off and walking back to the room naked. Of course I knew that it wouldn’t end there. I would end up in Lillian’s album. “Dare I” What will happen to me? Will I change, be dammed for life? I couldn’t take it. I should run. But then calm resolve. No way was I going to let anyone see that blank space that I had chickened out. What was I saying, that I preferred whoever came along after me saw me naked? I guessed I was.
I stepped away from the toilet bowl into the middle of the room to face the door. I reached for my black dining dress zip over my shoulders with both hands. Hands reaching around my neck my left hand fingers held my zip ends straight whilst my right thumb and first started the zip off. It seemed to make a thundering sound. I briefly wondered if Lillian could hear me. She must have heard the chain pull and know what I was doing. That alone made me tingle. I was here contemplating this act with her sitting feet away contemplating my actions. We seemed strangely joined in our minds.
I now dropped my arms and reached up my back with my right hand to catch the little tag that allowed you to pull the zip down when you had no need of a man anymore. Zerrrr and then I pulled the zip sides carefully away with both hands zerrrr. My back now open I pushed the dress off my shoulders to reveal my bra and short slip straps in the full length mirror on the back of the door. The dress’s short selves fell slowly down my arms to my elbows revealing a black lacy bra. Then I lowered my arms straight down my body and the dress fell to the floor. I stepped to the side and dipped to pick it up watching my refection in the mirror all the time I did. I stood in black heels, black nylon tights, black slip, black lacy bra and invisible underneath the nylon a lacy black mini thong. Sexy expensive underwear was a perk of the job. I dropped the toilet lid and placed my dress carefully over it.
I now slipped my feet out of my heels by arching my foot then pulling back my heel from the shoe. I soon stood inches shorter in my nylon feet on the lino flooring. The view in the mirror was tantalizing. #All I could thinking about was being naked and seeing myself. I reached up under my slip for the waistband of the tights and pulled it loose away from my body. I eased them past the thong not wanting to spoil my later pleasure. What was I thinking? I pushed them down to my knees then bending pushed them down to my ankles. At this point I raised my head to see the view in the mirror. I then pushed the nylon heel over my heel and off my left foot then repeated the action with my right. I now stood bare legged. The black sexy slip and lingerie enhanced and refined my white form. This was it moment of truth “Dare I”.
I reached for the slip’s shoulder straps and slipped them off my shoulders. Once clear I pulled my arms through then eased the slip top over my bra. Once past my breasts in dropped to be caught by my hips. I carefully like with the tights eased it past the thong. It dropped to the floor and I dipped to pick it up and placed it with the dress. I reached for the catch of my bra and released the top clip then the bottom clip. The power of the elastic pulled the strap from my right fingers. I now shrugged my shoulders then picked the straps up off my shoulders with thumbs and first fingers pulling it clear of my body revealing my breasts to only myself. Although I’d seen my self naked many times in mirrors this some how seemed the first time. I was conscious of thinking about what people would see shortly if I was unlucky to be caught. Now for the full effect. I reached for the thong. Held my breath and placed my thumbs in the waist band. I shuffled the thong side to side collecting it together to reveal my black bush with “Oh my God a grey hair” mortified I had to continue I couldn’t command myself to stop. I pushed the thong down remaining stood straight to my lower thighs then let it drop by gravity to my ankles. I kicked it off watching closely my reflection in the mirror. I now stood completely naked looking myself over. Then turning to try to see my bottom first to the left then to the right. I had prevaricated long enough with this personal sensual pleasure it was time to reveal all to Lillian.
One last deep breath and I pulled the little stub of the bolt lock then reached for the door handle. I pushed it down and the light from the bathroom flood the dimly lit square hall. I stepped out and looked back in to the bathroom reaching for the pull cord to turn out the light. My discard clothes lay over the toilet seat or in a small heap in the middles of the floor with my heels seem to stand out crying to be safely filled again. I shivered and plunged myself into the dimness of the hall just lit by the light from the main room and the street light poring in through the bathroom window.
I now turned and stepped through the doorway back into the main room. Lillian sat still in the chair just looking in the direction of the door. She smiled and just looked at me for what seemed ever. She then stood and smiled again. She seemed curious. As if she couldn’t quite believe that I had done it. She raised her arm to her head and showed me the digital camera. I now became self-conscious again and crossed my arms at my abdomen and began to stoke my fore arms with the opposite hand. The camera made no noise, it was generation one technology before company's added a electronic shutter noise to make people feel more secure. The only evidence of the snap being taken was the brief flash which dazzled my eyes.
“You look great. I hope my body keeps half as good” Lillian said. I couldn’t bring myself to believe her flattery. “So now what? I said. Lillian smiled. “Well you just pop out the front door and walk down to the outer door and I’ll take your picture” she said. “Oh very funny, not, I’m sure’ I said. Silence fell and I pondered. “You can photograph me outside your door and that’s it” I said. Lillian smiled a curious smile. “Okay, we’ll see?” she said and moved to the door to the hall, “Come on then!” she finished.
I walked the length of the wall to the other door from the room and stepped into the hall. Lillian had clicked the light on and was looking through the little peep hole, hand on the door handle. “Coast clear, don’t want you getting caught first time” she said smiling riley. The handle crunched as it pulled back the bar from the recess. The light from the landing mixed with the light from the hall through the gap. I could see the grey floor tiles and the pale blue wall. Lillian now pulled the door open fully. Still just stood in the hall way I presented my naked right side to the world. I cradle myself at my waist with each elbow in the cup of the opposite hand gently rubbing the elbow. I now turned dropping my arms to face the door of number 77. The deep blue door seem to scream in alarm at my nakedness. I stepped to the threshold of the flat with the common space and poked my head out. This seemed strange even to me in my state, the real danger of discovery came from behind 77 not from below where I now looked. One final thought of cowardice, when last breath of the warm flat air, one more moment of lingering then out I stepped in the world.
The lower landing which I was looking down on had two medium sized windows just below the ceiling of the next floor above. I’d not thought about these although they where clearly visible I the photographs. In the day light ones you could see distant green grass or grey concrete of the block opposite. I looked intently at them. “People can see (Lillian said making me jump back towards safety but being stopped my Lillian’s close proximity) but only if they where looking intently and at the right angle”. This reassured my pounding heart but a thought which didn’t crystallise until later crossed my mind.
“Now what?” I whispered very quietly. “Dare you to walk down the stairs?” Lillian said. I looked at her over my shoulder then down the stairs then at the horrible door opposite. My mind seemed to process many things at that moment. The cool of the open stairs reviving my senses. It seemed the obvious challenge to me, scary, but not as scary as being 10 stairs from safety. “I’ll let you photograph me over there” I said pointing with my finger in rapid poking movement. “Okay, no covering and strike a pose” Lillian said. I Went up on tip toes to peer over the banister rail down the stairs to be sure that no one was there. Just in case instead of screaming at the presence of a naked woman they’d remained silent. I looked up to the next floor since the stairs from the fourth floor end outside of number 77. I tip toed over and turned back. Lillian raised the camera as I thought but in stead stroke a pose and said, “Stand like this”. I knew the pose she meant the majority of the girls I the photo stood like that.
I pushed my fingers through my air gathering it up from around my face into the centre of my head. This would I though either reveal my facial identity more or conceal it from those not so acquainted with me. My body was angled slightly to my right turning my breasts and torso to a shallow angle to the camera. My left leg came forward with a bend at the knee my foot raising on its tip toe. My right foot lay flat to the ground. This wound uncover my lower pubis and reveal fully my thick lush bush but hopefully no more. The flash went off and I broke pose. “One more for luck” Lillian said and I re-struck the pose. Flash. I waited for a briefer than brief moment wanting myself to be sure the picture had took then break pose and dashed for the cover of Lillian’s flat. I expected her to get out of the way but she did not move blocking the entrance to her flat and my safety. “I’ve done it let me in” I said forgetting to completely whisper. Lillian smiled. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small book and past it to me. I took it and opened it. It was a log of every girls streak including Lillian’s. I processed the point immediately the streaks where measure in stairs. I thumbed through and found Emma’s and Lisa’s first. Twelve and twenty two respectively.
I past the book back and looked down the stairs to the next half landing and countered the stairs expecting that they would be more than twenty now some how. I’d resolved it that brief moment to walk more than twelve and at least one more, more than twenty-two. I looked around conscious again of the sounds of TV’s and people going about their lives. As I looked down the stairs the stairs seemed to pull out and slide back of their own accorded shortening and elongating the perceived distance to travel. I turned fully toward them I’d been stood facing Lillian with my left side to the stair top. One pace and I was at the edge and tried to peer over and between to the full landing below. I could see the top right corner of door number 75.
With a look back over my shoulder I stepped down to the first step turning my body left as I did with my right foot leaving my left safely on the landing. I placed my hands on the banister rail and then moved my left foot down to join my right. There was just enough room for both naked feet. I repeated the manoeuvre again and again. I could feel the excitement building in my body again. A tingle down below. The upper landing was still safely close. Once more I stepped then again, five. Once more then once more peering right over the banister now to be able to see the full length of 75 but nothing of 74 yet. Looking back up Lillian now seemed on top of a steep mountain. She had raised the camera. Flash. One more and one more now the half landing was closure than safety one whole step then one more step now to it. I visualised myself there than I was. Naked far from home in all senses of the phrase.
I was now full of contradiction. I was frighten of being discovered. If some one came from 77 I’d be cut off. Chances where that if someone came from 75 or 74 I’d hear them opening the door first and then be off before they came out. I was shaking with fear. But then that strange thought came over me. That perhaps being caught would be a frill. But again. I could now see 74 fully and my mind turned to twelve and twenty-two. Twelve was achievable with out any more risk than I was already taking. I was stood at the curve of the banister, this time I stepped to the side so I faced down the next set of stairs head on fully exposed. Flash! I looked up at Lillian who’d moved down two stairs.
Eleven and twelve where achieved without thought. I was growing comfortable with my nakedness if not the situation. One more slow step down, then another, then another. I was now hesitant again. I was fully available to anyone coming out of 74, I’d be slightly shield or totally exposed to some one coming out of 75 depending on how they stepped out and my reactions. I bit my lip and looked up and around. I’d done more than twelve but where was twenty-two or three even. my mind processed the question and came to the alarming answer three stairs down past 74.
My body now began to shake even more violently or perhaps no more than it had been from the start of my adventure but I just noticed it again properly. I pondered chickening out not thinking that all the time I hesitated there in the open I was giving Lillian a full show and potentially offering myself to any nibble flat escapologist who came tearing out to see. My mind pondered people sitting watching TV become uneasy and sensing that something was going on. Stop it! I was just making myself more nervous. But excited. I was shaking and wondering if I should pop to the loo. In the middle of all this? No breaking off now I’d not have the courage again. One more look then resolve. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty then pause look at 75 then 74 then step down onto their landing. Flash!
Quickness now I thought. I rounded the banister curve and took twenty-one, twenty two, twenty-three then filled with the headiness of excitement twenty-four before my nerve broke and I spun around squeaking much to loudly on the grey tiles and pulling myself up the banister took three or four stairs at a time as I dashed back up. I was at the half landing in seconds Lillian smiling and giggling under her breath as I shot past her and fixed on the black hole of door 78. I bounded up the last flight and shot into the flat and straight through the living room pulling the far door nearly off its hinges as I flung myself through the bathroom door grabbing the pull cord as I did. Bathing my nakedness in light one more. I crossed the floor and pushed my slip and dress off the toilet before turning and shut the bathroom door with a forceful push as quietly as I could before turning once more striding across the floor plunking myself down on the toilet and release all the tension which echoed around the room and I don’t just mean the sound of running water.
It took a while for me to completely regain my senses and composure. I suddenly remembered that a) I was naked, b) in a strange flat miles from home, c) just posed naked for how many one, two, three oh countless colour photographs, and d) streaked the public area of a council block of flats, and YES! Twenty-four stairs first time out! Hat was I thinking1 What was I saying! This was stupid get a grip girl and stop shaking. Shaking with nervous exhaustion and post excitement withdrawal.
I mopped and stood to dress. I could hear Lillian across the way doing something. I’d worked out that the door opposite the bathroom must be the bedroom. I’d heard her walk through a little after I’d made my post victory re-entry. I picked up my thong and once more saw my reflection in the mirror and smiled and winked at the naked woman I saw there. Way to go girl! I stepped into the thong and pulled it up looking in the mirror to check its straightness with my thumbs aid. Next I reached for my bra and replaced it around my middle with hooks to the front for easy of fastening. Then turned it the right way before putting my arms through the straps and pulling it into correct placement. Adjusting its fit by pull bits out from underneath its self and straightening twists. Next the tights, replacing the toilet seat to sit down and pull them over my toes then up my legs to my knees before standing and bending slightly to pull them up then the waistband out over my thongs before squaring off the thicker upper band. Next the slip retrieve from the far side of the bath room where it had landed when I shoved it off the seat in haste. Taking it by the straps standing slightly bent, holding it out at arms length knee height, and stepping into it with my right then left foot before puling it up over my body that static crackling as I did. Now the dinning dress sheer black and body hugging tight. Stepping in at ankle height as I held it stooped over. Pulling it up then slipping arms through before reaching behind my back to pull the zip up as far as possible. Zerrrr. Then reach over shoulders to fiddle for the tag and pulling it to the top, zerrr. Then in the safety of the heels I remembered the vision before departing the safety of the bathroom. They now welcomed me back. The suction of the air being forced out as my feet slipped in. Firm warm and safe again.
I now checked my dress in the mirror and straighten my hair before one quick deep breath in before I faced the world. I’d not bothered with the lock this time in my haste so just pushed the handle of the door and pulled it open. Remembering I’d not flushed I turned back and pulled the chain before turning and crossing again to the door. I pulled it wide open hand on pull cord and plunge the bathroom and my memories into the cloak and shield of darkness. I crossed the little dimly lit square hall to the door to Lillian’s bedroom. The bed stood out. It was covered with a elegant home made quilt and scatter cushions the room was decorated in eastern style too. Lillian worked at a compute a powerful table light made up for the bedside locker lights which where covered with a silk cloth to dim them and cast a colourful shadow of light around the room.
“Come in I’m just sorting out the pictures before printing” Lillian said. I wasn’t sure if I was brave enough to see myself naked for posterity especially my posterior. I entered and crossed the room. I saw from the door way that the picture Lillian had on the screen was one of me dashing back up the stairs at the bottom of the second flight. You could clearly see far to much. My erect nipples, my God, I had realised I was that much on show! My black bush stood out but mercifully you couldn’t see anything else. “This is the one for the album” Lillian said and for a moment I thought she meant the one on the screen but she click the mouse and the picture changed to the one of me posing outside number 77. “I’ll just print it off and we’ll get a cup of tea while it dries” she said and with that the printer to the side clunked and snapped into life. The sound of the paper advancing and the ink cartridge moving side to side filled the room. One final snap plastic clink and the photo was ejected. The printer sprang immediately into life again. “A souvenir’ Lillian said as I looked now on a upside down photo of me, yes me, I’ll say it a gain for it to stick ME naked.
Lillian stood and gestured for me to leave the room. I turned to walk out. “I’ll get us a cup of tea you must be thirsty after all that exercise and excitement” truth was I was. I sat on the sofa playing over in my mine what I had just done. The album on the table calling me. I thought shortly my photo would be in that dammed thing too for all the world to see. Lillian brought me my tea and we sat sipping on it until I laid back against the sofa and said, “Lillian what are you making me do?” “I didn’t make you do anything?” Lillian said. I sat forward smiled and shook my head. I looked at my watch. “Gosh is that the time, I’ll have to go. Early start again tomorrow with all the new spring line to sort out” I said. I stood and Lillian stood too. “I’ll get your souvenir” Lillian said and quickly disappeared to the bedroom. I moved into the hall and put on my coat. Lillian appeared with the photo in a card cover. She reached forward and placed her lips on my cheek and pecked me. I turned and Lillian brushed past me to open the door then stood just inside and to the side to let me out. On the landing I turned and poked my head back into the hall where she stood and kissed her goodbye and said so at the same time. I turned and looked down the stairs. Smiled and turned my head to Lillian and we both giggled knowing exactly my thoughts. I clip-clopped down the stairs with a spring in my step remembering myself naked and thankful I hadn’t my attention grabbing heels on last time I was here. They where sure to wake the neighbours from their banal TV trance.
At the bottom I pressed the button to release the outside door and stepped out into the chilled cold dark night and paused for a moment to collect myself and remember where exactly my car was parked. I set off at pace to get out of the cold and to reach safety the council estate was a foreboding place to us other worlders as we where often referred to. My mobile morsed the receipt of a message and I decided not to look or read it out here in the wild west. I took out my key as I neared my car in preparation for a quick get away. I opened the door and before getting in took the photograph out of my long pocket. I climbed in and closed the door. I was now once more aware of the photograph and what I’d done. I couldn’t help opening the card front and looking in. The dim light wasn’t very good so I reached for my interior light switch and pulled it on. I looked at the picture in awe not really believing that it was me or that it was less than an hour ago I was naked on the stairs of the block of flats in front of me. My mobile morsed the receipt of another message and this time I fumbled in my pocket for it. I used the dexterity of one hand to bring up the messages. “Did you enjoy your little streak?” “Dare you to streak again….?” How had Lillian, for I assumed it was her and not some voyeur stranger, got my number.
Student House Part 3
I arrived home to find the house once more full of noise. Not that Emma and Lisa where noisy but they fill the house with warmth, and human voices. Emma was busy in the kitchen and Lisa was upstairs in her room moving around. I walked from the front door to the kitchen. “Hi” said Emma busy at the stove with an ensemble of pans and basins. “I’m doing us all dinner” she said looking over her shoulder. I went up stairs to change and poked my head into Lisa’s room as I did. She was busy unpacking. We said brief hellos and I went to my room to change. I’d just finished changing and putting things away when Emma called up to say that dinner would be 10 minutes. I arrived in the kitchen to be greeted by a set table and a open bottle of wine. I poured out a glass for myself and took a large delightful sip then poured the others a sizable measure too. Emma began to serve and Lisa appeared and we sat down to eat. Within minutes we had exchanged Christmas stories. They relaxed and re-went over the ground in more detail. When I was sat listening all I could think about was, “Do they know?” “Should I tell them?” Should I let it be a surprise on Thursday when Lillian turns up with the album. We cleared and the girls went to watch TV, I went to my study and finished some work then joined them to finish the wine before turning in around ten thirty.
On the Tuesday, the 11th, I arrived home from work to find the house in darkness. The girls where either out having fun or where delayed by over running lectures or study. I pulled up in the drive way and got out of the car keeping the keys in my hand I collected the bundle of shopping bags and other items from the back seat, then struggled to lock the car. I walked across the drive to the steps of the house and climbed the flight of six to the ledge in front of the outer door. I now struggled to open the outer door and barged and bundled my way through to the inner lobby way. I now used my bum and heel of my foot to push the door closed until I heard the click of the lock. In the darkness, well greater dimness of the lobby way I struggle to find the lock of the inner door rather than making life easier by putting the bags down and putting on the light. Once through I used the low ambient light to bump my way along the hall to the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen I dumped the bags on the floor then went for the light switch. Now in light or reasonable light I went back and secured the outer door before returning to the kitchen. I picked up the bags and placed them on the counter near the sink and window and began to empty them. I placed items together on the counter depending on whether they where destined for the freezer, fridge or cupboard. I picked up the first batch of goods for the freeze and turned through one hundred and eighty degrees to cross the kitchen to the tall freezer unit. It was then that I noticed the two strange items on the table. Strange in the sense of unexpected and certainly unexpected to be there. On the place mat where normally Emma sat was a little bundle of black nylon. Clearly from the frilliness of this bundle they where Emma’s knickers. Lisa’s place mat boasted the presence of a fuller bundle of pink cotton, panties. I looked and shivered at the thought’s of how, why, and what it would be like to leave mine like that, and about window cleaners looking in, then my heart leap as I worked out if today was windows’ day. I kept looking at the two bundles as I moved backwards and forwards across the kitchen and along the length of the table putting items away in the freezer, fridge and storage cupboards. Once done I stood at the outside door end of the table and surveyed this strange scene.
I picked up Lisa’s pink cotton and shook out the bundle just to confirm that they where in fact panties and had I think perhaps been briefly warned this morning. I scrunched them up again and replaced them on the place mat moving them slightly with my finger just in case Lisa or Emma could remember exactly how they’d left them. It struck me at this point that I was in some way invading their privacy by looking never mind touching. But I could not help myself.
I now took up Emma’s bundle and shuck it loose to see it was a brief thong. It wouldn’t cover her white bits I thought. I scrunched the thong back up and replaced it and went off to get changed.
I was stood in my bedroom just in bra and pants when I heard the key in the front door and moments later Lisa and Emma came bursting into the house all life and joy. They headed straight for the kitchen and I heard the kettle being put on. I finished changing and went down. Emma was seated at her place and Lisa was stood back to the counter waiting for the kettle to finish its final bubbling and steaming so she could fill the pot. The pink and black bundles had gone. Where? Into pocket or back on? Lisa had on tights and skirt as usual. Emma saw me move my head to check out her lower half and smiled but did not let any cats out of the bag. She was wearing trousers.
Lisa made the tea and we sat around not talking about clearly what was on everyone’s mind. Instead we told the tall tales of our days then broke off into our normal early evening routine. Me to my study, the girls to their rooms or dining room to study or complete homework assignments.
The Wednesday was early closing so I was home about four rather than six-thirty to seven o’clock. It was still light. As I turned into the driveway I could see Lillian’s bike resting against the foot of the wall that guarded the steps up to the front of the house. Lillian was on the ledge resting against the arch wall that separated the outer ledge with the inner ledge just before the outer door. She had a book in her hand reading.
I pulled up in front of the garage and she dropped her book and smiled looking over to me. I got out of the car and locked it. Then walked down and around its back end before crossing to the steps. I smiled as I rounded the end of the car. About halfway across. “You’re a day early” I said. “I wanted to show you your photo’s first” she said patting the side of her canvas shoulder bag. I saw from the distance that it was full as always, now I could tell with what as I approached the bottom of the steps. The album.
I climbed the steps and reached the ledge and reached out with my hand to push the door key into the lock and turned it. I pushed open the outer door and Lillian straighten up and stood clear of the wall. I stepped into the lobby and stood aside allowing Lillian in. I then closed the door behind her. I now switched off the alarm and proceeded to open the inner door and stepped through into the main hall. Lillian followed closing the door at my request. I walked along the hall to the kitchen Lillian tagging along behind. My sense of foreboding increasing as I did. Excitement tinged the air and I felt heady at Lillian’s presence. I reached the kitchen and entered crossing to fill and put on the kettle. As I did Lillian crossed to the table and pulled out a chair and sat down. I clicked on the kettle and turned around. “Do you want to hang your coat up” I said. Lillian stood moving the chair back and began to undo her coat. I crossed to her side and waited until she had undone the buttons and removed the coat. I took it from her and walked out to the coat stand and placed her coat on it. I began taking off my coat to put over the stair end until I took it away up stairs later. I returned to the kitchen to put cups ready for the tea. Lillian had took the album out of her bag along with another smaller album. These now laid invitingly and ominously on the table.
I made us a brew whilst making small talk. I then crossed carrying the cups to the seat at the end of the table nearest the back door which was my usual seat. We drank our tea continuing with small talk and relaxing the growing warmth as the central heating clicked on at its appointed time. Lillian eventually touched the larger album and pushed it around square. She opened the pages to the first page for this year and it contained three photographs. One of her outside her front door, and one each of the girls. Since they’d only been back since Monday they had to have been taken yesterday I reasoned. I looked closely at the quality of print which clearly showed the girls attributes in clear definition. I studied them closely. Lillian made no comment about these shoots.
She then pushed the other album into my space and smiled indicating for me to open it. I did and was surprised at the content. Surprised in that I had no clue what the content would be rather than surprised shocked. The content was naked photo’s of a thirty-something women running around on a flight of steps in a council block of flats. I hadn’t really appreciated just how revealing the camera could be. The photo that Lillian had given me printed on her printer was small and of poor quality in comparison to theses. They clearly showed all my assets and blemishes. I was fascinated by all the spots I seemed to have and all the different textures of skin. Lillian just looked at my looking not speaking but I could tell she was smiling.
I finished with my close scrutiny of the album and Lillian turned back the page of the main album to the previous year where my photo seemed to take pride of place. This now was a high quality one. My naked breasts providing the perfect mounting for my rose red enlarged nipples. My black bush was defined so perfectly by the digital image you could count the individual hairs. Oh my, I thought I never expected to be that revealed to future exhibits.
“So” Lillian said. I looked, it seemed to be a prompt but I wasn’t sure what my lines where meant to be. I smiled. “So. Have you mulled over my offer” Lillian said. I now looked puzzled. Lillian was playing cat and mouse with me and now she had me in her trap she sprang it. “Would you like that other dare. (pause) I promised you!” I want weak and my body turned to jelly and I quivered and wobbled uncontrollably.
We sat in silence for what seemed an age until I could collect myself and my thoughts and figure out a proper response. “I was, well, I was little low and full of ….ah….well. It wasn’t really me, you know” I said. “It wasn’t really you what?” Lillian said. “I was drunk” I said. “Drink driving! Naughty, naughty” said Lillian.
“The first time here. I meant” I said. “And the excuse for the streak at my flat was?” Lillian said trying to look nonchalant and quizzical. I just blushed and lowered my head not having an answer and knowing that I was beaten but needing still to win or at lease not surrender. “I was……well…. Shall I put it down to a life experience something I’ve done but not to be repeated? I said not being able to decide if it was a question or statement in answer. “You could but you are swivelling and squirming on the edge of your seat. (pause) (I breathed in deeply). And I bet your very warm and wet somewhere” Lillian said making me blush all over my body and a heat ripple swept over my body from head to toe and toe to head. “Shall we see just how …….keen….you are to be at my mercy again” Lillian said making me convulse and quiver at her words. A bolt of cold sweat ran the length of my inflamed body.
The atmosphere was intense I could feel my breathing. My chest ached and yearned in equal measure. I stared at her both daring and hoping. Daring and hoping what? That she would feel remorse, fear or just go off whatever idea she had. Or that she’d over power what ever weak will I had left.
“I dare you to stand on that mat” Lillian said looking at the back door mat behind me, causing me to turn and look. I looked puzzled at it then turned back the puzzle still on my face. Before I’d fully turned back Lillian spoke again. “And strip…..completely ……completely….naked?”. I shivered and convulsed and bead of sweat formed on my forehead and dissipated and sweat warm ripple rippled my body like a sci-fi beam. My breathing laboured and Lillian smiled and repeated the dare slowly and methodically sending my extremities in to violent twitches. “I…dare…you…to strip….completely….and I do mean…completely naked?
I now gulped and slowly raised pushing the chair back and looked over my shoulder at the mat. I looked back at Lillian and then turned my body around on the spot. I now looked back over my shoulder at Lillian. “Completely!” she said. I stepped out from between the chair and table. I looked back again but Lillian’s mind was firm and mine was weak. Hesitation for a few seconds. I clicked my way over to the mat in my heals. Three clicks and I was there in front of the mat facing the wooden back door. I looked down my body stilled clothed but could already see it naked in my minds eye. I stepped onto the mat, lifted my head, breathed for luck and strength and slowly turned to face Lillian. She turned herself and her chair to have a clear straight on view of my full length.
“Completely?” Lillian said.
I reached for the top button of my blouse and slowly unbuttoned it my fingers trembling and fumbling as I did. The second button was equally hesitant. The third revealed my bra bar and inside edge of the cups. The white lace seemed to scream at me. “What are you doing?” My answer even surprised me, “I’m stripping completely and I do mean completely naked?” I said to my invisible inquisitor. Lillian board smiled relaxed into her chair more and just feasted. She knew she had won. She had another scalp. Another slave. Oh know! I thought what was I thinking, what was I doing. I had surrendered more than my will I had surrendered myself.
I undid the next button then the next. Now I had to pull the blouse from my skirt. I slowly pulled it clear watching from the corner of my eye, my head turned down to watch the spectacle of myself stripping, for Lillian’s reaction. There was none but the victorious pleasant smile. I lifted my head and raised my arms to undo the three little buttons on my right cuff. My blouse hung open my bra clearly on show. I now turned my attention to my left cuff then once all buttons where free I raised my hands to shoulder level took hold of my blouse and lifted my blouse off my shoulders then let it drop to be caught at my elbows. I now lowered and straighten my arms and the blouse slipped off. It fell to the floor behind me and I left it there. I was stood my bra on show wondering what I should take off next.
I’d stood like that fidgeting for some thirty to forty seconds. I moved my hands slightly on a number of occasions starting for one piece of clothing or another to lose the nerve due to doubt. I knew I was going to be naked, completely naked, there was no doubt about that although I still was not sure what completely naked meant. Lillian just smiled and quietly spoke. “I’m going to see everything. I’m going to see you completely naked. I’ll have to teach you all the different ways to undress?” Lillian said. There where different ways to undress! Lillian smiled. “The bra please?” she asked.
I really didn’t process this request fully. What I mean is I didn’t realise just how exposed that would make me. I reached behind my back and that caused me to straighten. This made my breasts more prominent than they had been. I unclipped the top clip then undid the bottom clip taking the tension of the bra so it did not fly open. I took the tension out and lowered my shoulders then arms. The bra stayed in place. I looked at Lillian. My legs had been strong and firm to that point but now they wobbled and felt like jelly. It was a strange point in the process. I switched from a unreal state of mind to a very really, focused, unfussy state of mind. Just a kind of normality. Like I did this every day of my life. I reached for the straps and lifted them clear of my shoulders and pulled them forward pulling the bra clear to reveal my breasts to Lillian who now beamed bright red in satisfaction as they came to view. I lowered my arms the bra still between my hands at my thighs. I smiled at Lillian not sure what to do about the bra. I did not want to look down now to see my actual nakedness. Lillian smiled and seemed to calculate something.
“Put it on the table” she said. I hesitated knowing full well what that would mean. Closing on her to give her a up close and personal. I clicked then sound scaring me and halting me at its strange unexpectedness. Click, click and then I reached out straight my right arm over the edge of the table and deposited the bra. I held like that for Lillian’s appreciation which she gave in a warm smile. I lowered my arm and backed back to my spot. “And the blouse” Lillian said. I looked at her seemingly forgetting that shortly before this I’d been wearing one. I twisted around and looked down then clicked away from the mat presenting my bare back to Lillian. I now bent and reached for the blouse with my right hand once I had it in my grasp I stood and clutched it to my chest covering. I turned slowly still concealing my charms, Lillian seemed more intrigued than disappointed. I crossed in two clicks to the table stood smiling at Lillian for an age then provocatively and rather nonchalantly tossed the blouse clear onto the table. I turned and clicked back to the mat and then turned to face Lillian topless. I now noticed the clock and Lillian saw my noticing.
“Yes, they will be in soon” Lillian said.
I thought quickly if that was something I wanted or not but could not come to a decision. Lillian sensed this and made my mind up for me. “Oh, they are going to see you in the all-together” Lillian said making my heart ach and thump at the thought of being once more so displayed to my young lodgers. Lillian up the ante at that point and sent another convulsion ripping through my body. “Your going to streak completely naked to your room when they come in” then empathised the “COMPLETELY!” I shivered the kitchen turned cold.
A minute or so past with me just stood there topless watching the clock tick-tock and Lillian smiled in so many different ways. “If your not ready when they come in. I’…ll think of a more diabolical act for you to do. (My face was shock) Or would you perhaps prefer that. (I shuck my head, shivering and sweating in delight and fear). We’ll get the rest off, everything I want you completely naked.” Lillian said.
I now looked at the clock one more time they’d be here for sure within the quarter hour. I reached behind my back and undid the button of my skirt and then the little zip. I slowly and carefully using my thumbs guided it over my suspender belt. I then began to stoop as I guided it over my hips and down my upper thighs. Then it crackled over my nylons to my lower thigh above the knee before I let it drop with gravity. I now stood straight then looked down at the circle of material that surrounded me. I stepped back bumping my bottom on the door and moved my feet clear of the ring of the skirt. I dipped down and fumbled for it without looking and then stood up straight using the door for support. Skirt in hand I slowly crossed to the table and then raised it into Lillian’s sight before depositing it on the table. I stepped back towards the mat looking over my shoulder to arrive safely and precisely on my spot.
I now knew what I was going to do next. Quite where I got the nerve bravado and idea from I don’t know. It was not like me at all. I couldn’t ever imaging myself having such a thought. I reached for the waistband of my panties which matched my white lace bra. The lace was embroidered over the top of another piece of cotton so they where not see-through at all. The lace paten was of snowflakes or flower heads I could never make up my mind. I put my thumbs in and slowly slide them around the band one way then the other pulling the band clear of my skin. I then smiled and pushed the material to collect it in a rolled up ring around the tops of my thighs. I could tell by Lillian’s interest that my black bush at least in part was now on show. I twisted and pushed my wrists and the back of the panties snapped over my bum baring it to the cold wood of the door as in my exhilaration I swayed and touched it. My breathing caught hold of me again and my heart quicken. I knew precisely what a harlot I was being. I couldn’t seem to stop myself thinking lurid thoughts of myself. That I was somehow being base, disgusting but oh so free and joyful. One more push and they where mid upper thigh then stooping fixing my gaze on Lillian I slowly and methodically pushed the panties down my nylon clad legs. Long after they could fall free I continued to guided them until I was bent double breasts sway against the gravity, panties at ankles I smiled and leaving them there slowly straighten up my hands firm against my nylon glad legs seeming to accentuate the slow raise. I now stepped out of the panties with my right leg the placed it firmly on the floor before kicking the panties off and forward with my left leg.
“Your going to have to be much more naked than that” Lillian said.
I bent over and picked up the panties, straighten up, and then clicked across to the table. Lillian not once blinking or breaking her gaze to look away from my bush. I turned fully this time quite aware of the new view I was giving her and walked back to the mat. The clock had ticked and tocked it’s way through another five to six minutes.
I reached for the front left clasp of the suspender-belt and undid it, then the front right. Now the benefits of self-supports came to show. I loved wearing suspenders but hated stockings rolling down if the clasp came undone. I now did the left side rear, and then the right side rear before reaching behind to undo the rear hook. Now off I crossed with great pride and ceremony to the table. The removal of my suspenders always signified to me some deeply religious act. Some last release, signal of surrender and inevitability of my, ‘No don’t think that…SEX’.
All that remained was my nylons or so I thought. I stepped over to the table and pulled out the kitchen chair to step up on. Did I know what I was now so blatantly revealing to the walls that had eyes, sure I did and so to did Lillian. I slowly rolled down by right stocking to my knee then pausing to be sure I had Lillian’s undivided attention I continued to my ankle before pulling the nylon off by its toe. I now swapped legs and repeated to my delight and satisfaction the removal of this garment. Now completely naked I felt strangely liberated but unsure. I stood and Lillian smiled.
“Back on the mat I want to see all of you” Lillian said.
I turned and crossed to the mat. Some psychological barrier appeared to me as I crossed that three foot chasm. I turned and was a different person. Lillian seemed to instinctively sense this and pounced on it mercilessly.
“Stand there with your hands on your head” she said.
I instantly felt naked and vulnerable. The movement of arms and hands into position was a agonising ordeal fit for a medieval torture chamber. This was not a physical nakedness for that was plainly obvious to any bystander but a psychological nakedness. I stood there for an age Lillian just feasting on my flesh stratifying her hunger for me.
The light had begun to fade and my eyes where having trouble to focus. Lillian looked around for something.
“Walk like that and put the lights on” she said.
I now looked around stupidly to see if anyone was watching. Lillian smiled acknowledging my action. I walked from the mat passed the table and Lillian on the opposite side watched every step. Once passed her eyes moved from feasting on my breasts above the table to my bottom. I reached the light switch and clicked on the lights. There seemed much brighter than usual. I was more aware now of the outside world. The light seemed to scream out of the window and the inky black darkness seemed to be some terrifying horrible monster intent on devouring naked girls. And women. I realised that once more Lillian could see me full frontal but I was more concerned about who might see in through the window. Lillian noticed my hesitancy.
“You can walk back like that. Any attempt to hide and I’ll have you stand in front of the window every night for a week”. Lillian said sending a chilled fear down my body and causing a ice cubed drip to tickle my fancy. I shivered and thought of the utter humiliation of being seen by my old neighbour. I walked slowly back to the mat and kept as best I could a eye on the window.
“I should have you do that naked” Lillian said. I looked puzzled. “Oh your not naked enough yet” Lillian said. More puzzlement. “All your jewels piece at a time” Lillian said. So first I had to drop my hands and remove my watch and take and place it on the table, then back to the mat and hands on head. The time now marching on. Then my bracelet, then my first ring then my second. Then my ear rings one at a time. Each little trip generating a delight for Lillian and my further total subjugation. I was now truly in her power, I would have done anything to be so. I stood hands on head totally naked waiting.
The wait was agonising. Then Lillian smiled as if she’d added something to her plan. “Collect your clothes and put them on the mat” she said. Once more naked and more so when I walked I crossed to the table picked up my clothes and walked back to the mat and placed them on it. I stood to the side but Lillian was already steps ahead. “Stand on the mat, legs spread of course” Lillian said. I had to now make a really spectacle of myself. Pussy on show, breasts on show, no imagination needed. Lillian smiled and relaxed further back into her chair she was truly victorious the victories just kept coming. Just when I thought I could give up no more power she took more. Just how far could she go. I knew I was far too weak to put up any resistance to fight at all. My heart raced, fear and excitement mixed. I was at explosion point. One wrong move and I’d erupt all over the kitchen floor.
The clock clicked then the sound faint and yet screaming. The sound of a key. It was time, display time.
The sound of the door lock turning the gush of air, the sound of outside then the sound of girls laughing. Then the sound of the door closing just audible above my heart. The girls chattering and bubbling. Lillian held me with her eyes. Wait! Wait! Then yes Lillian dropped her gaze to capture all of me. I was off running for my bedroom. The sound of my bare feet across the kitchen floor alerted the crowd of onlookers. The girls where looking in my direction ready to get every bit of view they could. I appeared into sight and there I was naked to my lodgers streaking to their delight and my own. Run girl run. Dash as fast as you can. All my bits and pieces on wild abandon view. Total nakedness, exhilaration. I’m in the nuddy I was screaming as I shot passed the girls and turned up stairs.
“Way to go Ally” Lisa and Emma shouted.
The quietness of my room seemed strange. It was another continent. Another planet even. I was shaking. I was confused as to my sanity. I dressed quickly into pants bra slacks and top and found some slippers. I returned down stairs expecting to find Lisa and Emma looking over the photo album instead they where no where insight and the girls where just drinking tea. A fresh cup stood weighting for me. I sat down and couldn’t help but look at the pile of clothing on the mat. It screamed out loud ‘ally’s stripped and streaked’. It was a constant distraction to my thoughts as we talked about the day and our future plans. Lillian having an appointment left agreeing to return tomorrow for tea as planned.
“Remember now no removing them until tomorrow” Lillian said. The them was the pile of my clothes. They had to remain their until tomorrow night.
The next morning I dressed and made breakfast with the pile of clothes still sat on the mat. As I drove to work and went about my day every once and a while my thoughts would be penetrated by the fear of some window cleaner or bin man looking in on that pile of discarded clothes. Underwear brightly and clearly visible, asking questions I would not wish such manual labourers to be answering.
I drove home in suspense wondering what I would find besides my pile of discarded clothing. Thursday was late night opening so I did not reach home until eight o’clock. The darkness surrounded the house. The porch light was on and welcoming. The front room lights where out, but I could see the side dinning room and kitchen where on. I pulled up and stepped from my car as my mobile rang.
It was Lillian. “Is the street empty” she said. I looked around and answered. “Yes”. I heard the sound of movement over the phone and the line went dead. The front room light came on an illuminated the fireplace and near alcove over the back of the sofa in the bay. I instinctively moved further over to have a better view of Lillian quite naked crossing the room and touching the fireplace. Well I assumed she was naked since I could see only her upper topless half. I wondered what else I might see but the light was extinguished with my hopes. I waited a short while, but just a short while not wanting to draw attention to myself stood out in my drive on a little chilly night.
My phone rang again and I answered it. It was Lillian. “What did you see?” She asked. I smiled to myself. “You naked”. “Gosh you could see all of me?” she asked. “Ah, no, just the top half” I said. “Oh, that’s good coming I have a surprise for you?” She said.
I walked up the steps and opened the otter door and entered the inner small hall. The larger halls light lit up the small entry way. Suddenly I heard the unmistakeable patter of naked feet and two very naked and bound girls came flying from the dining room across the hall into the front room before after a short while reappearing to cross the hall and enter the kitchen. I stood and watched from my viewing box the lovely sight of abandon. I opened the inner door and entered to be re-greeted by Lillian now dressed. I could hear the girls dressing in the kitchen. Lillian kissed a welcome and said, “Dinners ready go and get changed and we’ll eat”. I slipped off my coat and shoes picked them up and dashed up stairs to change. It took about 10 minutes for me to change and be seated at the table with Emma and Lisa whilst Lillian served up a Hungarian stew.
After we’d ate we retired with coffee and unfinished wine to the lounge. Emma and Lisa sat in the window sofa, Lillian sat in the chair in the alcove to the right of the fire. I sat by myself on the larger sofa opposite the fire equally facing the others. Lillian had concealed her bag of mysteries besides the small chair and now reached over the arm and produced it. The album containing all mt pictures was pulled out and Lillian stood and walked over to the girls. They sat quietly for 10 to 15 minutes turning over each page and smiling deeply. Emma would form time to time take the album in her hands and raise it up square to their faces and turn it through indiscreet angles to maximise my shame completely.
Lillian broke the silence. “I’ve decided that I should release you two from your payment on one condition”. The girls looked at Lillian waiting for the terrible condition. My heart pounded and skipped right out of my chest. I knew this condition would not be a simple or nice affair. “We will all (Lillian stressed the all looking at me quite school teacher sternly) play a game of strip. The winner will get the pleasure of commanding the others until the end of the year”. Without really thinking or appreciating I said. “What does that mean? Financial year, or calendar year. (Then from some strange an dim part of my mind). Or academic year.” Lillian smiled. “I’d meant academic year, but thank you for clarifying, shall we say 31st December”. Lisa and Emma gasped in horror.
Silence fell again. I was very uncomfortable. I could not hold out any longer. “What would the winner be able to do?” I asked. Lillian smiled. “Whatever they wanted!” she said. I did not like that at all.
“Your saying that we can stop having to do a streak a week, a spank a month (I breathed in at this point I’d not know about the spanking) and being bound once a quarter if we agree to play a strip game again” Lisa said. Lillian nodded. “But if we lose we are under the control of the winner until New Years Eve”. Lillian nodded very slowly and deliberately. “Okay” said Emma. “That’s easy for you to say you nearly beat her last time you both annihilated me” Lisa complained. We al chuckled at her protest.
“We’ll play something that as more random luck than skill about it” Lillian said. “like what?” Lisa said. “Chase the lady” Lillian said. “Shuffle after every hand” Emma said. “And jacks stop the swap” Lisa said. “Okay, but the black ladies a killer” Lillian said. Both nodded, I just looked puzzled. “So are you in” Lisa said. I looked studiously and tried to regain control of my composure and the situation.
“I’m not sure I know that game and the rules” I said. Emma began to explain, “We each are dealt a card” Lisa interrupted, “After cutting for deal”. “Yes, after cutting for deal, highest card is the dealer, we are dealt each a card. We each look at our cards and starting with the person to the left of the dealer if we want to we can swap the card with the person to our left. You can only stop the person to your right taking your card if you have a Jack. The objective is not to get left with the lowest card. If you do you have to take off a item.” Emma finished. “The dealer can at the end swap the card they have been given by the player to their right with the top card on the pack” “What about, ‘the black ladies are killer’” I said. “Ah, if your left with a black queen you have to take off all your remaining clothing whether or not it’s the highest or lowest card” Lillian said.
“So are you in” Lisa asked.
“I’m not sure I’m not sure what wining and losing actually means” We’ll if I win I get to do whatever I like to you and you have to do whatever I want” Lillian said. Then added, “I intend to win!”
“Yes, but, I, What I mean is. (Long sigh)”. For I wasn’t sure what I was going on about. “We could draw up a list of what would and would not be acceptable” Emma said looking at me. I nodded. “So your in subject to a limiting list being drawn up” Lillian asked. I nodded. “Can I suggest then we play on Saturday (I turned quickly to protest Lillian sensed it and checked herself) or perhaps, yes, Sunday morning, early, before church” Lillian ended. I could not think of an objection so it was agreed. 8 O’clock start.
I entered in my diary the list.
Thursday 13th January 2000
• Required to wear or not to wear any and or all items of clothing
• Required to strip naked or semi naked anywhere, anytime, so long as its not going to obviously lead to arrest
• Can be required to streak at Ally’s house in hours of darkness only outside, anytime inside, but will on at least one occasion streak outside in day light hours,
• Can be spanked or cane any instrument to a maximum of age but the norm being 6 or 12 and must stop if requested.
• Can tie up, blindfold, cuff etc, but must not be left like that outside naked,
• Body searches allowed.
• Sex only allowed with permission.
On the Tuesday, the 11th, I arrived home from work to find the house in darkness. The girls where either out having fun or where delayed by over running lectures or study. I pulled up in the drive way and got out of the car keeping the keys in my hand I collected the bundle of shopping bags and other items from the back seat, then struggled to lock the car. I walked across the drive to the steps of the house and climbed the flight of six to the ledge in front of the outer door. I now struggled to open the outer door and barged and bundled my way through to the inner lobby way. I now used my bum and heel of my foot to push the door closed until I heard the click of the lock. In the darkness, well greater dimness of the lobby way I struggle to find the lock of the inner door rather than making life easier by putting the bags down and putting on the light. Once through I used the low ambient light to bump my way along the hall to the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen I dumped the bags on the floor then went for the light switch. Now in light or reasonable light I went back and secured the outer door before returning to the kitchen. I picked up the bags and placed them on the counter near the sink and window and began to empty them. I placed items together on the counter depending on whether they where destined for the freezer, fridge or cupboard. I picked up the first batch of goods for the freeze and turned through one hundred and eighty degrees to cross the kitchen to the tall freezer unit. It was then that I noticed the two strange items on the table. Strange in the sense of unexpected and certainly unexpected to be there. On the place mat where normally Emma sat was a little bundle of black nylon. Clearly from the frilliness of this bundle they where Emma’s knickers. Lisa’s place mat boasted the presence of a fuller bundle of pink cotton, panties. I looked and shivered at the thought’s of how, why, and what it would be like to leave mine like that, and about window cleaners looking in, then my heart leap as I worked out if today was windows’ day. I kept looking at the two bundles as I moved backwards and forwards across the kitchen and along the length of the table putting items away in the freezer, fridge and storage cupboards. Once done I stood at the outside door end of the table and surveyed this strange scene.
I picked up Lisa’s pink cotton and shook out the bundle just to confirm that they where in fact panties and had I think perhaps been briefly warned this morning. I scrunched them up again and replaced them on the place mat moving them slightly with my finger just in case Lisa or Emma could remember exactly how they’d left them. It struck me at this point that I was in some way invading their privacy by looking never mind touching. But I could not help myself.
I now took up Emma’s bundle and shuck it loose to see it was a brief thong. It wouldn’t cover her white bits I thought. I scrunched the thong back up and replaced it and went off to get changed.
I was stood in my bedroom just in bra and pants when I heard the key in the front door and moments later Lisa and Emma came bursting into the house all life and joy. They headed straight for the kitchen and I heard the kettle being put on. I finished changing and went down. Emma was seated at her place and Lisa was stood back to the counter waiting for the kettle to finish its final bubbling and steaming so she could fill the pot. The pink and black bundles had gone. Where? Into pocket or back on? Lisa had on tights and skirt as usual. Emma saw me move my head to check out her lower half and smiled but did not let any cats out of the bag. She was wearing trousers.
Lisa made the tea and we sat around not talking about clearly what was on everyone’s mind. Instead we told the tall tales of our days then broke off into our normal early evening routine. Me to my study, the girls to their rooms or dining room to study or complete homework assignments.
The Wednesday was early closing so I was home about four rather than six-thirty to seven o’clock. It was still light. As I turned into the driveway I could see Lillian’s bike resting against the foot of the wall that guarded the steps up to the front of the house. Lillian was on the ledge resting against the arch wall that separated the outer ledge with the inner ledge just before the outer door. She had a book in her hand reading.
I pulled up in front of the garage and she dropped her book and smiled looking over to me. I got out of the car and locked it. Then walked down and around its back end before crossing to the steps. I smiled as I rounded the end of the car. About halfway across. “You’re a day early” I said. “I wanted to show you your photo’s first” she said patting the side of her canvas shoulder bag. I saw from the distance that it was full as always, now I could tell with what as I approached the bottom of the steps. The album.
I climbed the steps and reached the ledge and reached out with my hand to push the door key into the lock and turned it. I pushed open the outer door and Lillian straighten up and stood clear of the wall. I stepped into the lobby and stood aside allowing Lillian in. I then closed the door behind her. I now switched off the alarm and proceeded to open the inner door and stepped through into the main hall. Lillian followed closing the door at my request. I walked along the hall to the kitchen Lillian tagging along behind. My sense of foreboding increasing as I did. Excitement tinged the air and I felt heady at Lillian’s presence. I reached the kitchen and entered crossing to fill and put on the kettle. As I did Lillian crossed to the table and pulled out a chair and sat down. I clicked on the kettle and turned around. “Do you want to hang your coat up” I said. Lillian stood moving the chair back and began to undo her coat. I crossed to her side and waited until she had undone the buttons and removed the coat. I took it from her and walked out to the coat stand and placed her coat on it. I began taking off my coat to put over the stair end until I took it away up stairs later. I returned to the kitchen to put cups ready for the tea. Lillian had took the album out of her bag along with another smaller album. These now laid invitingly and ominously on the table.
I made us a brew whilst making small talk. I then crossed carrying the cups to the seat at the end of the table nearest the back door which was my usual seat. We drank our tea continuing with small talk and relaxing the growing warmth as the central heating clicked on at its appointed time. Lillian eventually touched the larger album and pushed it around square. She opened the pages to the first page for this year and it contained three photographs. One of her outside her front door, and one each of the girls. Since they’d only been back since Monday they had to have been taken yesterday I reasoned. I looked closely at the quality of print which clearly showed the girls attributes in clear definition. I studied them closely. Lillian made no comment about these shoots.
She then pushed the other album into my space and smiled indicating for me to open it. I did and was surprised at the content. Surprised in that I had no clue what the content would be rather than surprised shocked. The content was naked photo’s of a thirty-something women running around on a flight of steps in a council block of flats. I hadn’t really appreciated just how revealing the camera could be. The photo that Lillian had given me printed on her printer was small and of poor quality in comparison to theses. They clearly showed all my assets and blemishes. I was fascinated by all the spots I seemed to have and all the different textures of skin. Lillian just looked at my looking not speaking but I could tell she was smiling.
I finished with my close scrutiny of the album and Lillian turned back the page of the main album to the previous year where my photo seemed to take pride of place. This now was a high quality one. My naked breasts providing the perfect mounting for my rose red enlarged nipples. My black bush was defined so perfectly by the digital image you could count the individual hairs. Oh my, I thought I never expected to be that revealed to future exhibits.
“So” Lillian said. I looked, it seemed to be a prompt but I wasn’t sure what my lines where meant to be. I smiled. “So. Have you mulled over my offer” Lillian said. I now looked puzzled. Lillian was playing cat and mouse with me and now she had me in her trap she sprang it. “Would you like that other dare. (pause) I promised you!” I want weak and my body turned to jelly and I quivered and wobbled uncontrollably.
We sat in silence for what seemed an age until I could collect myself and my thoughts and figure out a proper response. “I was, well, I was little low and full of ….ah….well. It wasn’t really me, you know” I said. “It wasn’t really you what?” Lillian said. “I was drunk” I said. “Drink driving! Naughty, naughty” said Lillian.
“The first time here. I meant” I said. “And the excuse for the streak at my flat was?” Lillian said trying to look nonchalant and quizzical. I just blushed and lowered my head not having an answer and knowing that I was beaten but needing still to win or at lease not surrender. “I was……well…. Shall I put it down to a life experience something I’ve done but not to be repeated? I said not being able to decide if it was a question or statement in answer. “You could but you are swivelling and squirming on the edge of your seat. (pause) (I breathed in deeply). And I bet your very warm and wet somewhere” Lillian said making me blush all over my body and a heat ripple swept over my body from head to toe and toe to head. “Shall we see just how …….keen….you are to be at my mercy again” Lillian said making me convulse and quiver at her words. A bolt of cold sweat ran the length of my inflamed body.
The atmosphere was intense I could feel my breathing. My chest ached and yearned in equal measure. I stared at her both daring and hoping. Daring and hoping what? That she would feel remorse, fear or just go off whatever idea she had. Or that she’d over power what ever weak will I had left.
“I dare you to stand on that mat” Lillian said looking at the back door mat behind me, causing me to turn and look. I looked puzzled at it then turned back the puzzle still on my face. Before I’d fully turned back Lillian spoke again. “And strip…..completely ……completely….naked?”. I shivered and convulsed and bead of sweat formed on my forehead and dissipated and sweat warm ripple rippled my body like a sci-fi beam. My breathing laboured and Lillian smiled and repeated the dare slowly and methodically sending my extremities in to violent twitches. “I…dare…you…to strip….completely….and I do mean…completely naked?
I now gulped and slowly raised pushing the chair back and looked over my shoulder at the mat. I looked back at Lillian and then turned my body around on the spot. I now looked back over my shoulder at Lillian. “Completely!” she said. I stepped out from between the chair and table. I looked back again but Lillian’s mind was firm and mine was weak. Hesitation for a few seconds. I clicked my way over to the mat in my heals. Three clicks and I was there in front of the mat facing the wooden back door. I looked down my body stilled clothed but could already see it naked in my minds eye. I stepped onto the mat, lifted my head, breathed for luck and strength and slowly turned to face Lillian. She turned herself and her chair to have a clear straight on view of my full length.
“Completely?” Lillian said.
I reached for the top button of my blouse and slowly unbuttoned it my fingers trembling and fumbling as I did. The second button was equally hesitant. The third revealed my bra bar and inside edge of the cups. The white lace seemed to scream at me. “What are you doing?” My answer even surprised me, “I’m stripping completely and I do mean completely naked?” I said to my invisible inquisitor. Lillian board smiled relaxed into her chair more and just feasted. She knew she had won. She had another scalp. Another slave. Oh know! I thought what was I thinking, what was I doing. I had surrendered more than my will I had surrendered myself.
I undid the next button then the next. Now I had to pull the blouse from my skirt. I slowly pulled it clear watching from the corner of my eye, my head turned down to watch the spectacle of myself stripping, for Lillian’s reaction. There was none but the victorious pleasant smile. I lifted my head and raised my arms to undo the three little buttons on my right cuff. My blouse hung open my bra clearly on show. I now turned my attention to my left cuff then once all buttons where free I raised my hands to shoulder level took hold of my blouse and lifted my blouse off my shoulders then let it drop to be caught at my elbows. I now lowered and straighten my arms and the blouse slipped off. It fell to the floor behind me and I left it there. I was stood my bra on show wondering what I should take off next.
I’d stood like that fidgeting for some thirty to forty seconds. I moved my hands slightly on a number of occasions starting for one piece of clothing or another to lose the nerve due to doubt. I knew I was going to be naked, completely naked, there was no doubt about that although I still was not sure what completely naked meant. Lillian just smiled and quietly spoke. “I’m going to see everything. I’m going to see you completely naked. I’ll have to teach you all the different ways to undress?” Lillian said. There where different ways to undress! Lillian smiled. “The bra please?” she asked.
I really didn’t process this request fully. What I mean is I didn’t realise just how exposed that would make me. I reached behind my back and that caused me to straighten. This made my breasts more prominent than they had been. I unclipped the top clip then undid the bottom clip taking the tension of the bra so it did not fly open. I took the tension out and lowered my shoulders then arms. The bra stayed in place. I looked at Lillian. My legs had been strong and firm to that point but now they wobbled and felt like jelly. It was a strange point in the process. I switched from a unreal state of mind to a very really, focused, unfussy state of mind. Just a kind of normality. Like I did this every day of my life. I reached for the straps and lifted them clear of my shoulders and pulled them forward pulling the bra clear to reveal my breasts to Lillian who now beamed bright red in satisfaction as they came to view. I lowered my arms the bra still between my hands at my thighs. I smiled at Lillian not sure what to do about the bra. I did not want to look down now to see my actual nakedness. Lillian smiled and seemed to calculate something.
“Put it on the table” she said. I hesitated knowing full well what that would mean. Closing on her to give her a up close and personal. I clicked then sound scaring me and halting me at its strange unexpectedness. Click, click and then I reached out straight my right arm over the edge of the table and deposited the bra. I held like that for Lillian’s appreciation which she gave in a warm smile. I lowered my arm and backed back to my spot. “And the blouse” Lillian said. I looked at her seemingly forgetting that shortly before this I’d been wearing one. I twisted around and looked down then clicked away from the mat presenting my bare back to Lillian. I now bent and reached for the blouse with my right hand once I had it in my grasp I stood and clutched it to my chest covering. I turned slowly still concealing my charms, Lillian seemed more intrigued than disappointed. I crossed in two clicks to the table stood smiling at Lillian for an age then provocatively and rather nonchalantly tossed the blouse clear onto the table. I turned and clicked back to the mat and then turned to face Lillian topless. I now noticed the clock and Lillian saw my noticing.
“Yes, they will be in soon” Lillian said.
I thought quickly if that was something I wanted or not but could not come to a decision. Lillian sensed this and made my mind up for me. “Oh, they are going to see you in the all-together” Lillian said making my heart ach and thump at the thought of being once more so displayed to my young lodgers. Lillian up the ante at that point and sent another convulsion ripping through my body. “Your going to streak completely naked to your room when they come in” then empathised the “COMPLETELY!” I shivered the kitchen turned cold.
A minute or so past with me just stood there topless watching the clock tick-tock and Lillian smiled in so many different ways. “If your not ready when they come in. I’…ll think of a more diabolical act for you to do. (My face was shock) Or would you perhaps prefer that. (I shuck my head, shivering and sweating in delight and fear). We’ll get the rest off, everything I want you completely naked.” Lillian said.
I now looked at the clock one more time they’d be here for sure within the quarter hour. I reached behind my back and undid the button of my skirt and then the little zip. I slowly and carefully using my thumbs guided it over my suspender belt. I then began to stoop as I guided it over my hips and down my upper thighs. Then it crackled over my nylons to my lower thigh above the knee before I let it drop with gravity. I now stood straight then looked down at the circle of material that surrounded me. I stepped back bumping my bottom on the door and moved my feet clear of the ring of the skirt. I dipped down and fumbled for it without looking and then stood up straight using the door for support. Skirt in hand I slowly crossed to the table and then raised it into Lillian’s sight before depositing it on the table. I stepped back towards the mat looking over my shoulder to arrive safely and precisely on my spot.
I now knew what I was going to do next. Quite where I got the nerve bravado and idea from I don’t know. It was not like me at all. I couldn’t ever imaging myself having such a thought. I reached for the waistband of my panties which matched my white lace bra. The lace was embroidered over the top of another piece of cotton so they where not see-through at all. The lace paten was of snowflakes or flower heads I could never make up my mind. I put my thumbs in and slowly slide them around the band one way then the other pulling the band clear of my skin. I then smiled and pushed the material to collect it in a rolled up ring around the tops of my thighs. I could tell by Lillian’s interest that my black bush at least in part was now on show. I twisted and pushed my wrists and the back of the panties snapped over my bum baring it to the cold wood of the door as in my exhilaration I swayed and touched it. My breathing caught hold of me again and my heart quicken. I knew precisely what a harlot I was being. I couldn’t seem to stop myself thinking lurid thoughts of myself. That I was somehow being base, disgusting but oh so free and joyful. One more push and they where mid upper thigh then stooping fixing my gaze on Lillian I slowly and methodically pushed the panties down my nylon clad legs. Long after they could fall free I continued to guided them until I was bent double breasts sway against the gravity, panties at ankles I smiled and leaving them there slowly straighten up my hands firm against my nylon glad legs seeming to accentuate the slow raise. I now stepped out of the panties with my right leg the placed it firmly on the floor before kicking the panties off and forward with my left leg.
“Your going to have to be much more naked than that” Lillian said.
I bent over and picked up the panties, straighten up, and then clicked across to the table. Lillian not once blinking or breaking her gaze to look away from my bush. I turned fully this time quite aware of the new view I was giving her and walked back to the mat. The clock had ticked and tocked it’s way through another five to six minutes.
I reached for the front left clasp of the suspender-belt and undid it, then the front right. Now the benefits of self-supports came to show. I loved wearing suspenders but hated stockings rolling down if the clasp came undone. I now did the left side rear, and then the right side rear before reaching behind to undo the rear hook. Now off I crossed with great pride and ceremony to the table. The removal of my suspenders always signified to me some deeply religious act. Some last release, signal of surrender and inevitability of my, ‘No don’t think that…SEX’.
All that remained was my nylons or so I thought. I stepped over to the table and pulled out the kitchen chair to step up on. Did I know what I was now so blatantly revealing to the walls that had eyes, sure I did and so to did Lillian. I slowly rolled down by right stocking to my knee then pausing to be sure I had Lillian’s undivided attention I continued to my ankle before pulling the nylon off by its toe. I now swapped legs and repeated to my delight and satisfaction the removal of this garment. Now completely naked I felt strangely liberated but unsure. I stood and Lillian smiled.
“Back on the mat I want to see all of you” Lillian said.
I turned and crossed to the mat. Some psychological barrier appeared to me as I crossed that three foot chasm. I turned and was a different person. Lillian seemed to instinctively sense this and pounced on it mercilessly.
“Stand there with your hands on your head” she said.
I instantly felt naked and vulnerable. The movement of arms and hands into position was a agonising ordeal fit for a medieval torture chamber. This was not a physical nakedness for that was plainly obvious to any bystander but a psychological nakedness. I stood there for an age Lillian just feasting on my flesh stratifying her hunger for me.
The light had begun to fade and my eyes where having trouble to focus. Lillian looked around for something.
“Walk like that and put the lights on” she said.
I now looked around stupidly to see if anyone was watching. Lillian smiled acknowledging my action. I walked from the mat passed the table and Lillian on the opposite side watched every step. Once passed her eyes moved from feasting on my breasts above the table to my bottom. I reached the light switch and clicked on the lights. There seemed much brighter than usual. I was more aware now of the outside world. The light seemed to scream out of the window and the inky black darkness seemed to be some terrifying horrible monster intent on devouring naked girls. And women. I realised that once more Lillian could see me full frontal but I was more concerned about who might see in through the window. Lillian noticed my hesitancy.
“You can walk back like that. Any attempt to hide and I’ll have you stand in front of the window every night for a week”. Lillian said sending a chilled fear down my body and causing a ice cubed drip to tickle my fancy. I shivered and thought of the utter humiliation of being seen by my old neighbour. I walked slowly back to the mat and kept as best I could a eye on the window.
“I should have you do that naked” Lillian said. I looked puzzled. “Oh your not naked enough yet” Lillian said. More puzzlement. “All your jewels piece at a time” Lillian said. So first I had to drop my hands and remove my watch and take and place it on the table, then back to the mat and hands on head. The time now marching on. Then my bracelet, then my first ring then my second. Then my ear rings one at a time. Each little trip generating a delight for Lillian and my further total subjugation. I was now truly in her power, I would have done anything to be so. I stood hands on head totally naked waiting.
The wait was agonising. Then Lillian smiled as if she’d added something to her plan. “Collect your clothes and put them on the mat” she said. Once more naked and more so when I walked I crossed to the table picked up my clothes and walked back to the mat and placed them on it. I stood to the side but Lillian was already steps ahead. “Stand on the mat, legs spread of course” Lillian said. I had to now make a really spectacle of myself. Pussy on show, breasts on show, no imagination needed. Lillian smiled and relaxed further back into her chair she was truly victorious the victories just kept coming. Just when I thought I could give up no more power she took more. Just how far could she go. I knew I was far too weak to put up any resistance to fight at all. My heart raced, fear and excitement mixed. I was at explosion point. One wrong move and I’d erupt all over the kitchen floor.
The clock clicked then the sound faint and yet screaming. The sound of a key. It was time, display time.
The sound of the door lock turning the gush of air, the sound of outside then the sound of girls laughing. Then the sound of the door closing just audible above my heart. The girls chattering and bubbling. Lillian held me with her eyes. Wait! Wait! Then yes Lillian dropped her gaze to capture all of me. I was off running for my bedroom. The sound of my bare feet across the kitchen floor alerted the crowd of onlookers. The girls where looking in my direction ready to get every bit of view they could. I appeared into sight and there I was naked to my lodgers streaking to their delight and my own. Run girl run. Dash as fast as you can. All my bits and pieces on wild abandon view. Total nakedness, exhilaration. I’m in the nuddy I was screaming as I shot passed the girls and turned up stairs.
“Way to go Ally” Lisa and Emma shouted.
The quietness of my room seemed strange. It was another continent. Another planet even. I was shaking. I was confused as to my sanity. I dressed quickly into pants bra slacks and top and found some slippers. I returned down stairs expecting to find Lisa and Emma looking over the photo album instead they where no where insight and the girls where just drinking tea. A fresh cup stood weighting for me. I sat down and couldn’t help but look at the pile of clothing on the mat. It screamed out loud ‘ally’s stripped and streaked’. It was a constant distraction to my thoughts as we talked about the day and our future plans. Lillian having an appointment left agreeing to return tomorrow for tea as planned.
“Remember now no removing them until tomorrow” Lillian said. The them was the pile of my clothes. They had to remain their until tomorrow night.
The next morning I dressed and made breakfast with the pile of clothes still sat on the mat. As I drove to work and went about my day every once and a while my thoughts would be penetrated by the fear of some window cleaner or bin man looking in on that pile of discarded clothes. Underwear brightly and clearly visible, asking questions I would not wish such manual labourers to be answering.
I drove home in suspense wondering what I would find besides my pile of discarded clothing. Thursday was late night opening so I did not reach home until eight o’clock. The darkness surrounded the house. The porch light was on and welcoming. The front room lights where out, but I could see the side dinning room and kitchen where on. I pulled up and stepped from my car as my mobile rang.
It was Lillian. “Is the street empty” she said. I looked around and answered. “Yes”. I heard the sound of movement over the phone and the line went dead. The front room light came on an illuminated the fireplace and near alcove over the back of the sofa in the bay. I instinctively moved further over to have a better view of Lillian quite naked crossing the room and touching the fireplace. Well I assumed she was naked since I could see only her upper topless half. I wondered what else I might see but the light was extinguished with my hopes. I waited a short while, but just a short while not wanting to draw attention to myself stood out in my drive on a little chilly night.
My phone rang again and I answered it. It was Lillian. “What did you see?” She asked. I smiled to myself. “You naked”. “Gosh you could see all of me?” she asked. “Ah, no, just the top half” I said. “Oh, that’s good coming I have a surprise for you?” She said.
I walked up the steps and opened the otter door and entered the inner small hall. The larger halls light lit up the small entry way. Suddenly I heard the unmistakeable patter of naked feet and two very naked and bound girls came flying from the dining room across the hall into the front room before after a short while reappearing to cross the hall and enter the kitchen. I stood and watched from my viewing box the lovely sight of abandon. I opened the inner door and entered to be re-greeted by Lillian now dressed. I could hear the girls dressing in the kitchen. Lillian kissed a welcome and said, “Dinners ready go and get changed and we’ll eat”. I slipped off my coat and shoes picked them up and dashed up stairs to change. It took about 10 minutes for me to change and be seated at the table with Emma and Lisa whilst Lillian served up a Hungarian stew.
After we’d ate we retired with coffee and unfinished wine to the lounge. Emma and Lisa sat in the window sofa, Lillian sat in the chair in the alcove to the right of the fire. I sat by myself on the larger sofa opposite the fire equally facing the others. Lillian had concealed her bag of mysteries besides the small chair and now reached over the arm and produced it. The album containing all mt pictures was pulled out and Lillian stood and walked over to the girls. They sat quietly for 10 to 15 minutes turning over each page and smiling deeply. Emma would form time to time take the album in her hands and raise it up square to their faces and turn it through indiscreet angles to maximise my shame completely.
Lillian broke the silence. “I’ve decided that I should release you two from your payment on one condition”. The girls looked at Lillian waiting for the terrible condition. My heart pounded and skipped right out of my chest. I knew this condition would not be a simple or nice affair. “We will all (Lillian stressed the all looking at me quite school teacher sternly) play a game of strip. The winner will get the pleasure of commanding the others until the end of the year”. Without really thinking or appreciating I said. “What does that mean? Financial year, or calendar year. (Then from some strange an dim part of my mind). Or academic year.” Lillian smiled. “I’d meant academic year, but thank you for clarifying, shall we say 31st December”. Lisa and Emma gasped in horror.
Silence fell again. I was very uncomfortable. I could not hold out any longer. “What would the winner be able to do?” I asked. Lillian smiled. “Whatever they wanted!” she said. I did not like that at all.
“Your saying that we can stop having to do a streak a week, a spank a month (I breathed in at this point I’d not know about the spanking) and being bound once a quarter if we agree to play a strip game again” Lisa said. Lillian nodded. “But if we lose we are under the control of the winner until New Years Eve”. Lillian nodded very slowly and deliberately. “Okay” said Emma. “That’s easy for you to say you nearly beat her last time you both annihilated me” Lisa complained. We al chuckled at her protest.
“We’ll play something that as more random luck than skill about it” Lillian said. “like what?” Lisa said. “Chase the lady” Lillian said. “Shuffle after every hand” Emma said. “And jacks stop the swap” Lisa said. “Okay, but the black ladies a killer” Lillian said. Both nodded, I just looked puzzled. “So are you in” Lisa said. I looked studiously and tried to regain control of my composure and the situation.
“I’m not sure I know that game and the rules” I said. Emma began to explain, “We each are dealt a card” Lisa interrupted, “After cutting for deal”. “Yes, after cutting for deal, highest card is the dealer, we are dealt each a card. We each look at our cards and starting with the person to the left of the dealer if we want to we can swap the card with the person to our left. You can only stop the person to your right taking your card if you have a Jack. The objective is not to get left with the lowest card. If you do you have to take off a item.” Emma finished. “The dealer can at the end swap the card they have been given by the player to their right with the top card on the pack” “What about, ‘the black ladies are killer’” I said. “Ah, if your left with a black queen you have to take off all your remaining clothing whether or not it’s the highest or lowest card” Lillian said.
“So are you in” Lisa asked.
“I’m not sure I’m not sure what wining and losing actually means” We’ll if I win I get to do whatever I like to you and you have to do whatever I want” Lillian said. Then added, “I intend to win!”
“Yes, but, I, What I mean is. (Long sigh)”. For I wasn’t sure what I was going on about. “We could draw up a list of what would and would not be acceptable” Emma said looking at me. I nodded. “So your in subject to a limiting list being drawn up” Lillian asked. I nodded. “Can I suggest then we play on Saturday (I turned quickly to protest Lillian sensed it and checked herself) or perhaps, yes, Sunday morning, early, before church” Lillian ended. I could not think of an objection so it was agreed. 8 O’clock start.
I entered in my diary the list.
Thursday 13th January 2000
• Required to wear or not to wear any and or all items of clothing
• Required to strip naked or semi naked anywhere, anytime, so long as its not going to obviously lead to arrest
• Can be required to streak at Ally’s house in hours of darkness only outside, anytime inside, but will on at least one occasion streak outside in day light hours,
• Can be spanked or cane any instrument to a maximum of age but the norm being 6 or 12 and must stop if requested.
• Can tie up, blindfold, cuff etc, but must not be left like that outside naked,
• Body searches allowed.
• Sex only allowed with permission.
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