1. Rachel's Dare - Part 4


    Date: 8/1/2017, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: staceyshackleton, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    note. Straightening up, I delicately unfolded the note, and tried to focus my eyes on the writing. That was far easier said than done in the current environment, and in my current state of undress. As I blinked and peered, the words did begin jump out at me though. I felt like me heart skipped a beat and my mouth went completely dry as I finally got the gist of what was being said. "Dear Peter," the note started, "good on you for stripping down to your thong. You can leave now, and we'll head back to the hotel. Sorry, Claire's keeping your clothes until tomorrow, so you'll have to walk back in just that thong..." My eyes went wide at that, and I threw a panicked look at Rachel. "However," the note continued, "should you feel like taking that thong off, and using the handcuffs, I'd be happy to give you my coat to wear..." I closed my eyes and realised the enormity of what I was being asked to chose between. Be nearly naked for the entire walk back to the hotel, for the sake of preserving a shred of decency in this club; or be fully naked and restrained here, for the sake of some decency out on the streets. Rachel had a raised eyebrow, and when I looked out again, I could tell she was trying to get a sense of what I would do. Run, I half-thought to myself. That's what I could do. There was no running from Rachel though. I breathed in and out, blocking out the world around me, trying to calm myself into some semblance of control. With one final intake, I realised the choice ...
    I'd made. Hesitantly, disbelievingly, I place my hands on the sides of the thong. Sensing what was about to happen, the crowd went wild with applause, and to a thunderous ovation, I dropped the thong to my ankles. I was now nude. Naked. Exposed. Embarrassed. Aroused. Erect. And way, way, way out of my comfort zone. Rachel herself was now applauding too, and had a strange smile on her face. She began to slowly stand out of her seat, and retrieved the handcuffs I'd given to her earlier. She gave a signal of some kind to Claire, and the manager was already on her way to the stage to join me. I wasn't unhappy to see her. I was completely on display in front of a crowd of strangers, and having anyone else on that stage was some strange comfort. She quickly moved in and raised my arm up, as she had done before, a lifetime ago when I'd had clothes on. "Ladies!" she cried, once again demonstrating the unerring ability to control a raucous crowd, "Ladies, let's give it up for our fantastic new performer!" The audience erupted once again into applause and whistles, and appreciative comments. Claire let the crowd go on for a few moments longer, before magically silencing them with a wave of her hand. "And now, Ladies," she continued, "now we have an additional treat. Our brave man here has accepted a final dare. A dare to be handcuffed to the pole for five minutes!" I flashed back to the third penalty that I'd narrowly avoided on our walk together, all the way back on Thursday morning. I ...
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