‘Yes, those too. No clothes today baby, that’s how I want you.’
Seriously, my top too? No no, it’s okay, I want to keep the panties, please! But, it’s an hour long cycle, what am I going to do?
‘You want to earn a cum, princess? Okay,well, see that coat and heels on that chair over there…’
He’d signed her up as a life model at the local boys grammar school. Demand was so high she had to pose for them, three hours a day, three days a week, for the entire term.
He chose the poses with his friend, the head of art. They gave her no room for modesty. And he made sure she was freshly shaved so she didn’t even have that to hide behind.
But worse was the look in their eyes when her freshly edged pussy began to visibly leak.
Worst of all though, for those with good eyesight, was the subtle tattoo just above her leaking mound.
They’d all have googled ‘Denial Slut’ by the time next week’s class came around, and know exactly why she was there.
Could you offer any semi pubic tasks for a naughty girl? I’ve decided the humiliation of taking out the trash in a short dress, no panties, and a butt plug gets me absolutely dripping. Thank you sir.
Love this question! Some kind of desire for semi-public tasks is actually quite a common desire when you really let denial take you to new levels of arousal and openness. I’ve done a lot with it in the past but not much recently, so thank you for sparking this!
So just a heads up with anyone considering this kind of activity. The thrill is in the RISK of being caught, not in actually purposefully exposing yourself. The latter is often illegal, but more than that I just don’t think it’s fair to force others to participate in your play, so be considerate. That’s very contextual of course, letting your bare ass get glimpsed in a nightclub full of adults is very different from wandering around a mall or playground! Be sexy, but be safe and sensible too people.
Okay, with that out the way, here are some ideas
Exhibitionism starts at home
So the questioner is already trying some things at home and this really depends on your circumstances. For some it’s fun to do things at home, however for others, for example if you live with parents, it’s a very bad idea.
If you can do this at home then here are some ideas
Decide how much to wear, from cute dress you can reach under to completley naked, according to how daring you want to be. Get to the edge and then go and stand in a window where there is a slight chance you might be seen. Best done at night to avoid kids. Once you get to the window, shut your eyes and rub yourself to the count of 50. Then, you open them and you CONTINUE to rub, even if you’re being watched, for the count of ten. As with clothes, vary the amount of light, from very safe in the dark to bright lights. This is a great one for the classic apartment block facing another scenario.
Another idea is to be edging when the post is likely to arrive, and if the door rings, commit (or at least fantasise) about going to answer it naked or in the lingerie you’re wearing. A more deliberate variation is to order a pizza etc and answer the door naked, or wearing a towel which you then ‘accidentally’ drop. The most fun is to act completely normally as though you were dressed. As soon as the door closes, go and edge your brains out, or if you are allowed, you get the reward of an orgasm.
A nice anonymous one is to go on a sex chat site like chaterbate and make sure the cam isn’t showing your face (or wear a mask). Basically ignore the chat apart from the waving to show you’re real, and just edge as you watch men from around the world cum, looking at you. Don’t get drawn into their bullshit games though, if they try it just hit next, never show your face to strangers (and make sure nothing too obvious is showing in your room too). You can start with a little message ‘You have one minute to cum looking at me’ and see what happens. Again, if you’re allowed, set a target, maybe 20 guys cumming and you can orgasm.
The great outdoors
When heading out from the safety of home again, just be sensible about what you do please. Sadly there are those out there who will take the fact you’re being naughty as consent to hurt you, so be safe! Also,most of these are better in the summer unless you’re a cold weather masochist (I find being cold one of the best ways to kill any horniness myself).
One of the purest forms of exhibitionism is to find somewhere beautiful and isolated. Some woods is a perfect example, and strip naked and edge right there, ‘one with nature’ and all that. It’s also surprisingly liberating to ‘mark’ the territory with your pee. Suddenly the embarrassing squat scenario can be reclaimed as something sexy.
For the more urban among us, shop changing rooms afford a wonderful place to try on some sexy clothes and then edge in them, or just naked! Some countries allows changing room cameras though so do check your relevant laws (although some of you kinky bitches might actually like that). Less sexy but equally thrilling can be the secret trip to the rest room. Try stripping there, and edging as you try to be completely silent. For real thrill seekers… dash into the men’s restroom instead!
Generally inserting ‘jiggle (ben wa) balls’ and going out, or a butt plug (make sure it’s comfy and take a bag in case you need to take it out) and going anywhere is enormous fun. No panties adds to the experience, and a short but not crazy-short dress or skirt adds even more.
Finding a private corner in a cafe and reaching under a coat on your lap and edging right there is a classic scenario. Especially in a skirt with your bare ass on the seat. But be a good girl and make sure to wipe up the mess you leave!
This is probably overkill:
See, this is smart flashing… not a car that can crash into shit, or stop, and chase you and put you in the trunk. Nope, flash a train.
My fantasy is a world where the upper class has all the privilege and the lower class is subordinate to them. I’m a lower class woman and until we marry and are owned we’re only allowed to wear skimpy underwear in public. Any infractions on a long list of rules results in being tied up in public for the upper class to use as they wish. They are also allowed to grope/use us any time they like in public, and they take full advantage. We are only allowed to orgasm at their hands and they like to keep us desperate so we can’t fight back. In the fantasy I was a member of a resistance group but we were betrayed and I was given a drug which keeps me horny and unable to orgasm at all times. I am never allowed clothes and considers public property. Every third day I spend 12 hours in the public stocks being used and the rest of the time I am given out by lottery to high ranking upper class people. Even other lower class people have the right to use me and they often take out their frustrations on me.
I love the detail in this, vive la resistance!
First he stopped her wearing bras, ‘You’re beautiful, your breasts are perfect, why do you need a bra apart from when you exercise?’ he persuaded her.
It was a fair point, and the denial made her feel so horny, she grew to like the fabric of her tops sliding over her semi-erect nipples during the day.
But that was just the start, he gave her a new set of semi transparent or ultra tight tops. As he slid his fingers between her legs and edged her yet again, ‘These are all you’ll wear out now if you ever want to cum again, is that clear?’
‘I’ll let you cum if you go completely naked to the fancy dress party this weekend, baby’
She was a clever little thing, and good with a paintbrush, and he couldn’t have been happier when she walked out of the bathroom in her ‘costume’.
‘Clever girl! You look, amazing, I particularly like the hat! But honey, I hope it’s all waterproof…’
Turns out, it wasn’t.
He whispered in his ear all the way there how he planned to make her cum, all the things he was going to do to her later, and as she stood up to leave the taxi, the first drip fell from her pussy.
The fact she was naked, despite how she looked, kept her so aroused and the dripping never stopped. The facade of paint between her thighs soon began to wash away and before half the evening was through, her most intimate place was not only bare, but her dripping arousal could not have been more obvious.
The nakedness, the growing humiliation, all served to make it all the worse, and hotter.
But it was worth it, she was going to be allowed to cum, and at home, as the memory faded a little, she grew more and more excited. Showering herself off she went over and over the things he’d whispered in her ear.
And he was true to his word, closer and closer he took her, with cock and hand and mouth. On the screaming edge of the orgasm she’d craved for so very long.
And then he stopped.
‘Oh baby, I was so proud of you, but I did say completely naked…if only it weren’t for that silly hat.’
She begged him, truly begged, promising she’d do anything just to be allowed to edge, and then cum.
So he took her for a walk.
They walked across the town to an isolated spot the other side of the fields that surrounded it. “Build a fire, the way I showed you,” he told her. “You can start touching once it’s lit.”
Her cries of frustration every time the fire sputtered out got him hard. He quickly fucked her after her fifth attempt and then gave her another match.
“Last chance, princess. Don’t fuck this one up.”
It lit, with a whoop of delight she rammed her hand down inside her panties as the flames grew and he fed the fire with the sticks he’d been collecting.
Soon the touching wasn’t enough, “Please Sir, let me edge now” she begged. The fire was roaring now, she knelt by it, mesmerised by the flames as she slide her fingers in and out, rubbing the juices over her swollen and aching clit.
“Your top,” he nodded to the blazing fire. “Throw it on.”
She looked at him, surprised, this was new. Then slipped her t-shirt off and tossed it onto the flames, her hand rubbing harder as soon as it returned to that warm wet junction between her legs.
“Now your skirt.” She’d wondered why he’d picked these clothes for her before the walk, he’d never liked them. Now she knew why.
Her mind went through the path he was now leading her down, her heart raced. I’m so fucked.
Sure enough, her bra, even her cute snowman socks went onto the fire. He always hated those. But it was worth it, if he was going to let her cum when her last item of clothing went on, the panties she was still reaching inside or rubbing through so furiously.
“Please Sir, please, can I cum?” she asked on cue. His smile told her she’d got it right, she loved knowing him so well.
But to her surprise he replied, “Not yet,” that time, and then several more times as she got even more desperate, holding herself on the very edge of orgasm. She knew if she went over it would end the game and all she’d have for her efforts was another awful ruin.
But that wasn’t his plan, it was the fire, the fire was burning down! The bastard was just going to let it go out and with it her chance of cumming.
Her begging got all the more desperate, she was so close, please, let her burn them, she was weeping with the frustration when finally he agreed.
Tearing them off, her wet ass grinding in the dust as she rolled back to stick her feet in the air she no longer cared, she had to watch them burn, she had to cum. She tossed them too hard against the small flames that were left, scattering the remaining embers.
She cried out as the fire sputtered against her soaked panties, “No, no, no!” she yelled, falling forward, trying to blow it back to life.
“Too bad baby, they were just too wet. Time to go home now.”
He stretched out his hand and she stood, taking it as the tears ran down her face. He knelt in front of her and kissed her thighs as he did up her sandal straps. At least he let her keep her shoes for the walk home.