(Discussion of this story or general CFNM/Embarrassment themes welcome)
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I am sure that you have to be a little surprised that a man would knock on your door, completely nude, and ask to borrow a towel, or a t-shirt, or anything that you might consider lending me to cover myself, but there is a story to all of this. So, if you want to know why I have only my hands to cover my front, and my bare ass is bright pink, I'll just go ahead and tell you.
I surf the net occasionally, and look at girlie pics and what not, as most people do. I can't say that I ever felt the need to hide this either. When my friend Linda, who lives three doors down from me would come over to hang out and have a drink, sometimes I would even tell her or show her when I found a particularly hot pic.
One night, as we drank G&Ts, watched "Family Guy", and surfed the web, I found a great video clip. A model on a runway had on a long loincloth type of bottom, and a bikini top. The top was fairly standard, but the bottom was a long strip that hung down from her waist, and another in the back. They were simply held on by a string around her waist, covering her buns and her crotch, but making it clear that she could not be wearing anything underneath.
The strips of fabric hung all the way from her waist down to the floor, and as she walked along the catwalk, she stepped on one of the two pieces of cloth, which caused the string to come untied, and she lost her bottom altogether. She ran, completely bottomless, to the backstage area. She covered her front with her hands, and her butt was completely bare.
Naturally, I thought that this was the best thing ever to happen in the history of the planet, and I told Linda so. She came over and watched it, and her jaw dropped. She told me that the woman had been totally humiliated, and that I should be sympathetic instead of cheering and aroused. I explained to her that it was not the end of the world, the woman should just "grin and bare it". After all, she is not the first woman ever to be naked in public. Strippers do it all the time, and show even more. Nobody ever died because they were "totally humiliated".
Linda started to get a little bit irritated with me and told me that I was being sexist, and that I would never be able to deal with it if it happened to me, so I should just shut up and stop playing the stupid video. I told her to take it easy, that it was no big deal, and we should just have another drink. "Yeah, I'll take it easy," she said, and we made more drinks, and went back to watching tv.
A couple of nights later, Linda stopped back by. We mixed up G&Ts, and let bygones be bygones. In fact, Linda was being totally playful that night. She told me to turn around and close my eyes. When I asked her why, she said she had a surprise gift for me. Never one to turn down a gift from a friend, I happily obliged. She took my hands in hers, and put them behind my back. Then, I heard a click, and I felt a bracelet lock around each wrist. Linda's surprise present for me was handcuffs!
I tried to move my hands around a little bit to see if they were even real handcuffs, or just the novelty type that they sell in the toy store. They felt as real as can be. I just laughed a little bit, and asked her what was the occasion. She smiled, and said softly, "Birthday party. You do like parties, don't you?"
I told her, "I do like a good party, but my birthday isn't for a while now. You know that."
She just gave a quiet laugh and said, "Who said anything about YOUR birthday?" I think that was the first time that I realized that she might have something further in store for me.
I think I was already blushing as I tried to laugh her off, be cool, and in a calm voice said, "Well, I do love to party with you, although I guess it is a fairly small party, just the two of us."
Without even blinking, she replied, "Oh, this party isn't just the two of us. Not even close."
Still trying to play it cool, I said, "Well, unless you've got a mouse in your pocket, it may have to be."
With a self-assured smile, she said, "No, no mouse. What fun would a mouse be, anyway? But since the other party-goers are all at my place, I think it is time to depart this bachelor's paradise for the glamour and sociability of my own little slice of heaven."
With this, she stood up and made a beckoning motion with her hand, motioning me to the door. I wasn't really sure what to do, and then she clapped twice, and in an impatient voice said, "Come on - move it. People are waiting, and this birthday isn't going to celebrate itself now."
As I stood up, I smiled at her and said, "Um, Linda, your birthday isn't for a month after mine. Isn't this a little premature?"
Linda returned a bland smile and softly replied, "Who said anything about my birthday?"
"Well, I don't know, I just figured and all," was all I could come up with. With that, Linda gently took me by one of my handcuffed arms, locked my door, and gently led me down the steps. Playing along with her seemed like the way to go. She probably would have drinks or something for us at her house.
We walked down the sidewalk, and the air felt pretty nice. The weather was getting good, and I wasn't too cold in just shorts, a t-shirt, and flip-flops (our little drinking sessions were pretty darn casual). As we walked up to Linda's house, I could see that the lights were on, and somebody was inside. Now I was starting to get a little panicky. Wearing handcuffs at home, in front of your friend is one thing, but being handcuffed in front of strangers was not a real comfortable idea for me.
At this point, I just stopped in my tracks and asked Linda, "Ok, what's going on with this? There's other people in there."
Sensing my nervousness, she gave me a big, sickly sweet smile, and said, "It's a birthday party. I already told you that. You didn't forget already, did you?"
"No, I didn't forget already, but I didn't think you were serious, or I wouldn't have come over here like this," was all I could muster.
"Well now, whose fault is that," she politely responded, "Now, let's get in. People are waiting."
By now, I wasn't very comfortable, but she had me by the arm, and I didn't want to be seen by her guests being dragged in or anything. After all, with my hands cuffed behind my back, she could probably get the better of me and make me look pretty foolish if I tried anything. I tried to muster up a smile, and told her, "After you, my hostess."
She gave me that sweet smile again, and simply cooed, "Well, aren't you the sweetest." Then she led me up her steps with exaggerated care, as a woman opened the door to let us in.
As soon as the door shut and we entered Linda's living room, a group of six women with some kind of frozen drinks in their hand let out a cheer, "All right, Linda, finally!"
"We thought you had gotten lost!"
"You invite us to a party and then ditch us?"
"Ooh, now that's what I want for my birthday present! A handcuffed man!"
As I looked around, I realized that I knew some of them, somewhat. Linda's neighbors on either side of her were there. It was a peculiar time to realize that we had some pretty attractive women on our street. Also there was a cashier from the convenience store down the street. Half my age or not, she was amazingly hot, and I always hoped for a little cleavage shot when she leaned over to give me my change. It looked like the girl next to her was probably her girlfriend, as they were of the same age group and were exchanging glances and giggles constantly.
I looked further, and this is when things got a little odd for me. Sitting on Linda's sofa, like they had been there all their lives, were the last two people that I ever would have expected to see. Comfortable lounging, drinks in hand, were my secretary, Elise, and my immediate supervisor from work, Tammy. I must have looked shocked because my boss coolly looked me in the eye, and simply asked, "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?"
"I've told you some of what Mr. Sensitive here has to say, haven't I?" said Linda. "But now, shouldn't we be celebrating Valeria's birthday?" At this, everyone gave a cheer, and bustled about, refilling drinks, and assembling birthday presents. Although I was handcuffed, the next few minutes of the party were surprisingly normal. It turned out that Valeria was the cashier from the convenience store. The other women had gifts, which she opened, and everyone chatted and drank up.
After the presents were cleared, Linda brought out a cake, and Valeria blew out the candles. As Valeria cut slices of cake, Linda's face became thoughtful, and she casually spoke, "Oop, one last birthday tradition, girls."
Valeria inquired, "And what would that be, Miss Linda?"
"Why, birthday spanks of course, silly," Linda replied, "One per year!"
Valeria blushed, and stammered, "I think we can skip that one, Linda"!
Linda waved her hand, and firmly informed her, "No, Valeria, tradition is tradition. There must be birthday spanks. But I think we just may have a substitute sit and take the spanks for you!" The girls all looked at me and cheered, and I knew what Linda had planned for me now.
I must have looked like I was about to try to run, and it's true, I was thinking about it. At that point Linda reminded me that not only was I handcuffed, but she had the keys to my house. It would be pretty difficult for me to pull some kind of escape. I might just be stuck here.
