"Watch your step," Daphne said for the tenth time, as we made our way across her lawn towards the street. "You know, since you're not wearing shoes. Or socks. You really should wear shoes and socks when you're walking outside." With my hands tied behind me, I was walking very, very slowly as to not fall over. An important consideration given that I was less than fully dressed. Much less.
She shined the flashlight on me again, illuminating my predicament for anyone in the neighborhood looking our way. "Yup, no shoes, no socks. Wait a second," she continued, as if she was noticing something for the first time, "no shirt either. That's weird. Why aren't you wearing a shirt when you're outside, like I am? You have to be careful of bug-bites. You could get bites on your chest, back, and tummy." She was speaking to me as though I was a small child.
"And on your legs," she continued. "That's why you have to wear pants when outside. Look at me, I'm wearing a very comfy pair of jeans that's keeping my legs safe. But you... I can't see your pants at all. Or your underwear. But that can't be right. If you're not wearing a shirt, and you're not wearing pants, and you're not even wearing underwear... why, it looks like you are COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY NAKED!!!" She nearly screamed this last bit.
Daphne commanded me to stop, and walked directly in front of me. I was at the edge of her lawn, my next step would take me on to the street surface itself, where she was already standing. She reached out her hand and grabbed my erection, bare and cool in the evening breeze. As she had reminded me upon our departure from her house, I had already come four times that afternoon/evening, so I wasn't on a hair-trigger even though this attractive and fully-clothed female was grabbing my erection while ogling my naked body under the illumination of her flashlight.
But I was close. I was mortified, humiliated, embarrassed, and (for the most part) emotionally and psychologically defeated. What had started hours ago with a few simples dares from my girlfriend had led to me standing totally nude and tied in the middle of my parents' neighborhood. Since the moment I had found myself on my back porch, locked out in my birthday suit, I had (almost literally) run a gauntlet of psychological and sexual exploitation: I had streaked across my street to my neighbor's house (hoping that she still had a spare key to my house), only to have this neighbor keep me as her and her daughter's naked slave for the evening. I had been the nude art on display as the two women ate dinner (only after they had me naked--exposed and twirling--under the spotlight of their front porch), followed by me serving as their evening entertainment, performing demeaning acts under the constant threat of being tossed out of their house without any hope for covering... and without the spare key. A key which Daphne had in her jeans pocket--and which I wouldn't see again unless I behaved for her on this walk between our houses. I was completely in her control, as Daphne continually reminded me.
Her grip on my erection was good, though I wouldn't have considered trying to get away if it wasn't. She was enraptured by my circumstances. "Omigod, I still can't believe how incredibly naked you are. Your dick is completely uncovered and in my hand, your balls and your ass are just bare and hanging out. You don't even have shoes--you don't have anything!
"And you're all mine," she sighed, still relishing her control over me. "You're tied up and naked and I can have you go anywhere or do anything I want. I can throw you in my car, and drive to the local mall--I could walk you out naked into the middle of the food court--or maybe over to our old high school and have you run around the football field for me. You're so naked, you're so exposed!! I know, we could walk you over to Allison's house."
Allison had been in Daphne's high school class, and her house was on the next block. The prospect of having to walk to Allison's house in my current attire was demoralizing; the idea of Allison standing at the door hysterically laughing as she would watch Daphne walk me up the front walk tied and nude was enough to make me start whimpering again.
Daphne started pulling me again, and I stepped on to the street, still blubbering and begging her not to make me go to Allison's naked, not to make me walk down our street, tied up and nude.
"I hadn't really considered going all the way to Allison's," Daphne said, walking ahead of me with one hand still on my erection , "but now that you've started talking back to me I may have to, just to remind you who's in charge.
"But I don't feel like walking all the way there, and I don't feel like sharing you with anyone else... at least tonight. Maybe tomorrow Mom and I will have a bunch of our friends over for an afternoon get-together, and you'll be there to serve us. I'm sure all the women will be happy to come by--I mean, how often will they have the chance to be waited-on by a stark naked man? Well, I guess at our house there'll be plenty of that opportunity for the rest of the summer..."
By this point we had crossed the street, Daphne speaking loudly about her plans for me as I tried not to respond at all--an effort made more difficult since my feet were now noticing that the uncomfortable asphalt had been replaced by the twigs and rocks of my parents' front lawn. I refused to think about her comment about tomorrow's potential party (specifically, her potential CFNM party), instead focusing on the fact that I was back on my own property, no more than 25 feet from my front door. Daphne continued to pull me by my erection towards the door, all the while talking about whatever embarrassing thing she could think of.
"I can't even imagine how you feel right now," she commented, "walking up your own lawn stark raving naked. What if you walked up to the front door, and your parents answered it?" I knew they weren't home yet since their car wasn't in the driveway, but Daphne wanted to savor my reaction to the image. "Imagine I'm not here to explain, it's just you, tied up and nude and walking up to your front door. And suddenly, your mother opens up and is standing there, her mouth dropping open. Would she start laughing, pointing at you as your dick bounces up and down in front of her? I wonder, would she even let you in? How great would that be if she just closed the door in your face, leaving you outside and naked, tied up with nowhere to go?"
I did my best to ignore her, concentrating solely on the realization that she had now stepped on to my front porch (I followed her shortly thereafter, since she was still pulling me) and was now only feet from the front door. The front light was off since I hadn't planned to be away from the house when the sun went down.
