There is something about always being naked and on display. You get used to it. You get used to being the focus of someone new to your circle of friends and acquaintances when they are dressed and they see that you are always naked and serving them. You get used to it being the norm. To the regular flow of people in and out of the house who just look at your nakedness and think “That reminds me, I need to do laundry when I get home”.
Then, like the first time, I went home with my Owner and He made me get naked in front of all His friends. Well, it was actually getting naked in front of God and anyone looking at the car and truck lights in the parking lot. But I guess I mean more when I was at His house and He made me get on the floor in front of all His friends, and show them my holes. Then He had me play with my pussy while they played cards, drank, and talked about me. The wench they met from Chicago..
Getting to that point of nakedness and vulnerability. The utter humiliation of slowly taking off your protective wrap for the view and gratification of others to judge. Mixed with the excitement of being the focus of their attention as well as the fear of what they will say or do as you show more and more of your body and your soul.
On Wednesday, this all hit me again. The fear, the excitement, and the sexual frustration of not being nude, but then being made to get nude while others around you watch. You became their focus and their entertainment.
Master-Sir had picked me up from work and we went out for a bite to eat. While we were out, He received a text from our neighbor. Master-Sir was telling that earlier in the day, he was across the street, talking with Mr Warren, the adult son of the old couple across the street. And now we were going to go visit Him. Master-Sir told me that Mr Warren was in town to do some house maintenance for His parents who were out of town for a few days for medical reasons. (not COVID related).
Since I am off on Thursday, He offered my house cleaning services to Him for tomorrow and now He wanted to go back over and talk about the details of the service. And what He said were “other things” I smiled. Knowing i was in for a new adventure. I just didn’t know what it was going to be.
As we got home and parked in the driveway, Warren was already outside and smiled when we started to walk over to Him. He was always a nice man anytime we had any interactions. He has seen me naked and knows that I am a slave to my Master/Husband. Funny thing is that this is probably the first time He has ever really seen me dressed!
In His parent’s home, Master-Sir asked if I could be “me”. Mr Warren was all for that. So Master-Sir ordered me to get the men something to drink. Mr Warren told me that there was beer in the refrigerator. I served the men their drinks then knelt on the floor beside my Owner. Mr Warren was explaining what he needed from me. Just simple cleaning. Do the laundry, change the sheets and the towels, pick up around the house and the kitchen.
That’s when i had the flashbacks. As he was explaining my duties He wanted and Master-Sir was agreeing to it. Master-Sir asked if He wanted me in my housekeeping uniform? Mr Warren wasn’t sure what that was. Master-Sir filled Him in. “My slave is naked while cleaning the house”. Now Mr Warren was all smiles hearing that.
So I was ordered to stand up and start to get naked to show Him what I was wearing. As they continued to talk about the house and the cleaning details, I started to remove my blouse and bra. As my tits dropped free of the bra, He stopped me. Master-Sir told Mr Warren that these “saggy things are fun to play with. Especially the nipples.” Mr Warren liked hearing that He would have access to “those” while I cleaned.
I stood there, topless. As the men talked about my boobs, before I was told to continue. Now the men were watching me as I started to remove my skirt. And I was very well aware they were watching me strip. I was now feeling humiliated. I was feeling vulnerable. It was just a strange feeling to feel. I mean I am naked all the time. But I never have an audience when I’m stripping. I enter the house naked and I am that way until told otherwise. SO I am used to BEING naked in front of people. It’s the act of GETTING naked that I now find humiliating and embarrassing. As well as the act of being evaluated
Once I was naked, I stood at attention. Legs shoulder width apart. My hands behind my back. My back straight and eyes forward. My boobs were on display and I could feel the looks.
Mr Warren did comment on how He enjoyed my big boobs. I was told to hold them. Cupping them, I could feel the stares as I held them in my hands. Trying to look forward and not cry. I just had the feeling to cry as I was being displayed. being judged. I knew I was protected being there by my Owner. But I was still having those awful feelings of judgment.
Of course, Mr Warren did say that i could be allowed to wear cleaning gloves and a mask if it helped. My Owner agreed it is nice and I will wear what needs to be worn. But otherwise, I was to be naked and open for Him to direct as needed. Master-Sir ordered me to turn around and show Mr Warren my fat ass and to see if I was wet. I was very wet! Now I was both humiliated and sexually excited.
Once He had approved of my body and had agreed to my services I was allowed to finally kneel at my Owner’s feet again. I sighed a sound of relief as I knelt and started to put my head into my Owner’s lap. Master-Sir did have me crawl over to Mr Warren and take off His shoes as a good slave would do. He was right. I was being the good slave.
After this was all over and we were back into our home, I think I had a little bit of an anxiety attack or something. Master-Sir sat on the couch and allowed me to curl up into Him and cry. I’m not sure why. But it has been a very long time since I had been displayed like that. I am accustomed to and enjoy being the naked slave. But when I was being made to go from dressed to nude with an audience like that, I just felt like I was a new slave and just not comfortable being “like that” .
I guess i am so used to being the naked slave and the fact that the people I serve never have to watch me go from the dressed and vanilla housewife, employee to being the naked slave. I got comfortable not being in a situation where I could be judged, being evaluated and stared at.
I was having the same body issues that a new slave would have. Teaching me how special and privileged I have it as an Owned slave who is well kept while being almost always a naked slave!!