Yesterday we had the most wonderful time. My son got married and so the day was filled with love and laughter, with food and drink. It was a long and tiring day and so after we got home we decided to take a bath. I jumped in first and watched him undress (and then look at his phone). I was the voyeur and he the watched.
This has been a wonderful weekend, spent in central London. We are staying in our favourite London hotel. We have walked among the tourists and in the quiet back streets. Enjoyed lovely food and wine. Sat at the hotel bar eating cheese while someone argued over their bar bill. We attended the viewing of a silent film about the first world war in a museum.
Today was a crisp and sunny day and the view from our room shows that. We are only on the third floor but I doubt anyone one was looking up while this photo was taken. Well who knows?
He likes to see me without clothing, naked so he can look, admire, touch and to feel. I struggle with my own nakedness in a place that isn’t bed. Indeed for many years I didn’t even go to bed naked. When my son was small and I got up to him at night, but also before that and afterwards.
These past years, since I have known Master though my confidence at being naked has grown. I wander around the house naked, but then often I am alone there. In front of him too I rarely cover myself before dressing, except perhaps in a towel.
I know he would like to see more of the undressed me. He would like me to sit beside him on the sofa, naked while he is dressed. He would like me to go about my house work, perhaps some nude cooking. But something stops me from taking that final step. Partly it is the weather, even with heating it can feel cold in the house. But mostly it is because of my own image of my body.
I am all for being body positive, unless that body belongs to me. I have recently gained much of the weight I have previously lost. The cause is something of a mystery, other than I clearly eat more calories than I burn off. I plan to try to rectify things and until I do, I hate the sight of my body more than usual. However, even after losing the weight I had struggled. So, perhaps that’s an excuse.
Perhaps I just need to do more of what he likes and wants and take off my clothes until I am naked. Hopefully the weather this summer will lend itself to such a thing.
The car journey, me wearing a little dress and cardigan with nothing underneath, passed far too quickly. We arrived just before the doors opened at 2pm and having to wait in the car made me feel even worse. So much so that I actually told Master I wasn’t going in.
But, as people started to get out of their cars I found myself following. Inside the building I encountered 3 or 4 entirely naked women, people helping at the event (as well as some clothed gents). My feelings of anxiety melted a little and I headed for the changing rooms.
Many women kept some clothes on, lingerie, stockings, shoes. Others sported chains or harnesses much like I own. I made the decision before leaving home that being naked would be best for me for this first day. Lingerie or stockings would be an easy option and kind of cheating. However those wearing more than nothing were pretty sensible as they kept warmer than I was able to.
Out in the main rooms, there were sofas for relaxing and various benches, crosses, pulleys for play. Most people brought implements and toys with them. As mentioned yesterday, I haven’t been well and so to avoid any temptation Master left his at home. While I was jealous of those being spanked, tied and played with I know that he had my best interests at heart. Plus it doesn’t mean that he didn’t sit touching and fondling his slave. I found watching others quite the turn on and know that next time I will be ready to be watched.
We met some great, very friendly new people and I discovered that I wasn’t alone in being nervous about displaying myself to everyone else. It was good too to meet new people outside of the munch scene. To meet others who are part of a D/s or M/s dynamic. This felt a fun, but very safe place to explore this side of myself in a more public place.
By the time we left I was already looking forward to the next time. Thinking about what Master might do to me, how he might want to play with his slave. This morning Master texted me to tell me how proud of me he was. How much he liked displaying me to others.
I have to admit that I enjoyed being naked on public display much more than I even imagined I would. Next time hopefully I’ll be a little less nervous.
This girl has been losing weight, not as quickly as she would like, but slowly and surely. There have been times that she hasn’t wanted to see herself naked, though of course, she can never hide herself from Master. He has begun to recognise that she is serious about this and is encouraging the positive behaviours that will help (i.e. He is taking this girl to places where choices will be easier and reminding her of the rules relating to making Him pleased and proud of her) which is generally enough.
Today, this girl wore just two items of clothing – some cotton trousers and a top. Tonight after dinner, which Master had cooked, she stripped off, without being asked, for His pleasure.
For the first time in months this girl feels happy sitting naked as she types this. She feels happy to present herself as Master, her Lord’s slut and slave (not that she isn’t always pleased to be His slave). But tonight at last, she feels proud. Her reward has been several orgasms. Plus His pleasure in touching His property, in objectifying her and in taking the orgasms that He owns.
On days like this, a slave can wonder why it is that she doesn’t spend more of her time naked for His pleasure. Of course, life tends to get in the way. But since she is here to serve, she is here to be the person He wants and needs; and naked is what He wants.
A naked girl sits beside her Master right now. While He is fully clothed.
That is the natural order of life for this slave.