I want to let you all know about an experience I had recently that I think you will enjoy (more than I did). My previous stories were almost entirely fiction, but this one has a lot of elements that really happened (although I have embellished a little)
I'm a very shy, conservative girl, who has always been deeply embarrassed about my body and would never change in a public changing room for example. I would only wear conservative clothes and if I did go swimming would wear a bathing suit rather than a bikini. It's not that I have a bad body. I've just always been really self conscious and embarrassed about it being seen.
Despite this, I have been fascinated for some time about what it would be like to be seen naked by a crowd of people with no way to cover myself up. It's one of those ideas that both terrifies and excites me. I often think of those classic 60's British comedy films where a girl in a flimsy dress gets it caught in a car door and the car drives off, ripping the dress away or something similar. The problem with these scenes (apart from how unlikely they are in real life) is that the girls can always cover themselves with their arms and run for cover. I often wondered what it would be like to be in a similar situation but unable to cover myself up at all and have to endure the stares of everyone, for at least a little while.
Of course I didn't really want to be in such a position, but maybe if I could devise a situation where a small possibility existed where I'd be seen naked and unable to cover up, and so my mind was often occupied with trying to think of such a situation.
Eventually an idea came to me that I thought would be really exciting. The first step was to create an Onlyfans style website where I started posting pictures and videos of myself but in these I was always clothed (albeit in sexy and sometimes revealing clothing, going as far as wearing just underwear or bikinis when I was feeling especially brave). In all of these I wore a veil covering my lower face so that it was not possible to see my full face. Even without being naked and with my face covered I was incredibly embarrassed about posting these things but I forced myself to continue and having my face covered made it a little easier.
I started to get quite a following and started to hint that I would soon be doing a live stream where I might show a little more and maybe even show my full face.
So the plan I had in mind was this: I would set up my webcam to go live at a set time (which I'd announced on my site a week in advance so people knew it was coming). This would start streaming automatically at the set time and would continue until I stopped it.
Ahead of the start time I made my preparations. Firstly I stripped out of the comfy tracksuit i was wearing, then removed my bra and panties leaving myself naked. I honestly don't really like being naked even in the privacy of my own home unless I'm taking a shower. I looked myself up and down in my full length mirror, imagining myself on display to a bunch of random strangers like this. I have a fairly tall, slim body which is well toned from running and a good diet. While I don't have the biggest tits they look good on my slim frame and are certainly perky. I normally have a neat but full covering of public hair between my legs but earlier that morning I had decided to shave it all off so that I wouldn't even have this thin layer of hair as cover if things went badly for me later. I couldn't believe how extra naked I instantly felt without it. I instantly regretted the decision to do this but I couldn't change it now and didn't want to back out until it regrew.
It would be absolutely mortifying for me to be seen like this by a bunch of strangers but before I chickened out from these thoughts I stood with my back to a wall and I put a homemade spreader bar between my legs to hold my ankles wide apart. This was just a length of broom handle with a couple of leather cuffs attached to each end, but it did the job of keeping my legs from closing. I had also put a couple of eyelets into the skirting board to tie the bar ends to, so I had no chance to try and turn my back to the web camera I had set in front of me.
Next I put on a leather cuff to each of my wrists that I secured with little padlocks. These had sturdy D-Rings on them for locking together. These would be useful later.
Next I took one of my veils and tied it loosely around my face to cover my features from just below my eyes down to my chin. I left the knot quite loose so it would hold in place but if it was tugged it would easily fall away. I had my hair tied back so if I wasn't wearing the veil, my face would be fully seen.
I then took a towel that I had attached a fairly heavy weight to, and placed one edge under the veil to hold between my teeth. With a little careful positioning I was able to drape the towel in a way that covered my tits and pussy.
I also attached a couple of small clips from the bottom of my veil to the towel so that the 2 were connected.
The idea was this. The weight on the towel made it a little difficult to hold with my teeth but I thought it shouldn't be too hard. However, if I did let go, the towel would fall to the floor, pulling my veil off as it went. This would leave me standing in front of my webcam, totally naked, with my full face uncovered and available for everyone to see! The way I would be tied would make it impossible for me to cover myself or even close my legs.
The final part of the plan would be to secure my hands to a solid ring that was screwed into a beam above my head. I would use a padlock to secure my wrist cuffs to this. The height of this would leave me rather stretched out and unable to move more than a fraction. I certainly wouldn't be able to do a thing to cover myself.
There was also a string that was also tied to this ring. The string went down to the floor and across the room to the keys to the padlock. The string then continued through an eyelet secured to the floor and was then tied to a small net bag that contained a block of ice. Until the ice melted the bag wouldn't fit through the eyelet and I wouldn't be able to pull the key to my hands in order to release myself. I've tested this method of release on many occasions and find it to be 100% fool proof. I planned to use a larger block of ice than I had tried before. I had no idea how long it would last.
So it was as simple as that really. Once I locked the padlock to my wrists, one of two things would happen. Either I'd spend some unknown amount of time in front of a live web cam, with my face covered by a veil and my naked body covered by a towel that I held in my teeth until the ice melted. Then I could free my hands and end the live stream. Or the weight on the towel would pull it from my teeth before the ice melted, and I'd be stripped of all coverings and left with my body and face fully exposed for the rest of the time until the ice let me free! This second scenario was terrifying for me but I believed it shouldn't be a problem to hold the towel and it would be an amazing thrill to be stuck in this situation for a while.
So there I was. One padlock away from going through with this. I looked at my two large monitors that I had positioned in front of me. One showed my website as it could be seen by anyone who found it, including all the people that I knew had already seen my previous posts. Currently this showed a timer ticking down to the live broadcast, with about three minutes left to go.
The other monitor showed me the website analytics. I could see that already there were over a hundred people waiting for the timer to run down and the show to start with more joining every second! I really hadn't imagined it would be so popular and I tried to picture what it would look like if they were all really in front of me in real life. I shuddered at the thought.
At this point I was still not committed. If I wanted to chicken out I could simply stop the live feed from starting or just do something different for my audience. But I had come this far and I was determined to continue, so I got up on the tips of my toes (a little tricky with my legs so far apart) and stretched up as far as i could and with a little effort managed to get the hasp of the padlock through the ring in the ceiling and both D-Rings. One last squeeze and it would be done. With my heart pounding in my chest, I took another quick check on the monitors. Only thirty seconds to go. I didn't want to have this start without everything being ready so if I was going to do it, now was the time. I felt paralysed and couldn't quite bring myself to finish the job but as the timer dropped to the last ten seconds I knew I had to do it now and with a final resolve I firmly squeezed the padlock and felt that solid "click" that signified it was closed and there was no turning back.
Instantly I felt like I was going to pass out. What had I done? Of course, if I had actually fainted I'd have certainly lost grip of the towel so I had to pull myself together and focus on holding the towel with my teeth. Already it felt a lot heavier but I thought it must just be my imagination.
As I looked back at the screens the final seconds ticked away and then I was greeted with the full screen image of myself, fully stretched out from my hands high above my head to my feet spread wide apart. All my private bits were covered by the towel but you could clearly see the outer edges of my boob's as the towel draped down my body. If I moved my head to the side it would certainly have given a flash of a full tit.
My face flushed red and I could feel my cheeks glowing.
I could also see that the number of viewers had grown considerably and messages were popping up down the side of the screen from my audience. It didn't take long for people to understand the situation I had put myself in and were encouraging me to let the towel drop. "No chance," I thought. Very carefully I gave a very slight shake of the head to indicate I had no plans to drop it (while being careful not to move the towel too much from its current precarious position).
Someone in the messages even saw the string to the keys and on to the ice and worked out my whole plan. Now everyone was speculating if I would be able to hold on for long enough for the ice to melt or how long they thought it would take.
All this time, all I could do was focus on the towel between my teeth and hope to get through this with my modesty intact. While the weight of the towel wasn't feeling too bad, it seemed to be drawing all of the saliva from my mouth leaving it feeling super dry and uncomfortable.
Now a few comments came in saying some people were screen recording the whole feed and couldn't wait to post this all over the internet when I finally gave in. Somehow I hadn't even considered that. I had a couple of hundred people already poised to see me naked but if it was spread further there was literally no way to know how many people would see it and it would be there to see forever. I had to stay covered!
Eventually the ache in my jaw was getting to be incredibly uncomfortable and the keys still wouldn't come to me when I pulled at the string. I had genuinely hoped to get the thrill of the "possibility" of being seen naked without it actually happening, but I was starting to lose hope that I could hold out much longer. I even started praying for something like a power cut to disconnect me from my audience but of course that was a most unlikely eventuality.
I pulled at each of my bonds to see if there was any give but everything held firm without the slightest of give.
My jaw was really aching now. Every so often I felt the fabric of the cloth slowly slipping towards the front of my mouth. Each time it slipped I made a renewed effort to clamp down on it, but I now had it by the thinnest of threads; caught only by the skin of my front teeth. I knew that the next moment I lost some pressure it would be gone!
I literally started to have tears begin to fall down my cheeks as the grim reality hit me. Unless I got the keys in the next few seconds I was almost certainly about to be exposed to hundreds of people, totally naked, and tied up, knowing that the video of this would doubtless get posted again and again all over the internet!
The people in the comments could see it was about to happen too and had no sympathy for my tears. They all wanted to see the grand finale.
One last time I pulled at the string to my release.... and as I felt the same familiar resistance once more, my strength finally failed me and the last of my grasp on the towel got torn away! In an instant the towel pooled to the floor, taking my veil that covered my face with it.
I looked to my monitors to see the view I was broadcasting to the world. There I was, totally exposed. Naked as the day I was born, except for the wrist and ankle cuffs holding me stretched and open for everyone to see.
My skin had a sheen of sweat from the effort of holding the towel, and the heat of humiliation I was feeling. I was also feeling heat between my legs despite myself and with my newly shaved mound my pussy was clearly visible.
I struggled a little to try and change my position to try and cover myself up but I had done a thorough job and had barely any possibility to move.
I sniffed away the tears and gave a weak smile to the camera. After all, I had done this to myself and all the people watching me hadn't done anything wrong. I'd promised a show and I had delivered it. All that I could do now was wait uncomfortably for the ice to finally melt.
Just then, I noticed something that stood out in the comments. Someone had posted a screenshot of the live stream with a red circle added to one side of the screen at about waist height. I looked over to that side of the room to see what he was highlighting. Just in view of the camera was my desk, and on it, propped up against a pile of papers was my driving licence! I thought surely they couldn't see the details on it but the next message showed another image of the same thing but zoomed right in and somehow digitally enhanced and sure enough, my full name, date of birth and address were available for everyone to see!
The comments went wild! It was hard to keep track but basically people were instantly using this information to find all of my details from my Facebook, LinkedIn, etc. and post them in the comments. They were sharing all the details of my friends and family, where I worked, everything!
And still, I could only stand there and watch while my naked image remained on the screen, now flushed an even deeper red with humiliation. How could I have been so stupid?
For the first time I spoke, begging to the camera for people not to do anything to ruin my life. But while I knew that there were no doubt a lot of decent people on my feed, it would only take one vindictive prick to share a recording of this or even a screenshot and they could cause me more embarrassment than I ever thought possible.
Sure enough, a few people were commenting that I must have left the licence there deliberately to be seen and "I must want this to happen." I continued to plead my case, but I knew it was useless and I only hoped that somehow it would be harder to share the video with my contacts than I imagined it would be.
The next twenty minutes or so continued much like this, with me continuing to check the string to see if my ordeal was over and eventually the key came free. As quickly as I could, I reeled in the string and a few minutes later I was back on my toes, trying to get the key in the lock. It was a bit tricky, but eventually I was free and I thanked everyone for watching, again asked them not to share this with anyone I knew and then I ended the live feed and pulled the cable from the back of the camera. I quickly pulled on my tracksuit; keen to cover my body even though the damage was done.
I could still see the messages and people were thanking me, complimenting me on a great show etc but also soon some people were sharing links to various websites where the "show" had been re-posted. I clicked a few links and sure enough, there I was. Some of them even had my full name in the title or description! I was also informed in the chat that even if I got these taken down, they were getting posted elsewhere and I would never find them all.
So that's how a shy girl like me ended up all over the internet, tied up, stretched out and naked for all to see, not to mention how my family, friends and colleagues all received links to sites replaying my show.
Hope you enjoyed my story.
Joanna. x