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123. Mischievous Mike and the Swim

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I am sharing some of the events that Mike and Kayla shared with me regarding their trip to Florida together.  I previously shared their silliness at the airport, and will now share another escapade of theirs that I call, “The Swim.” 

I want to remind you of a few things so you understand a bit about what Kayla was feeling during these experiences.  You can learn more about her on Post 91 Undressing Kayla.  She is the admittedly “quirky girl” and shy, at least in groups – she has never been shy around us.  She is overly self-conscious of her looks, even though she is beautiful.  While she seems a confident and vibrant 22-year old around us, in many ways she is like an insecure 14 or 15-year-old when in public or especially when around people her own age. She has always been more comfortable around older people.  Throughout school her friends were always several grades ahead of her and today, her friends are all in their late twenties to early thirties (and then of course there is us).  I restate this to give greater context as to the impact the experiences I am sharing had on Kayla.

Mike told Kayla to purchase a two-piece bathing suit for their upcoming trip.  He said that it needed to be “skimpy.”  Mike knew that would be difficult for her.  I mentioned before she has been around my family for many years, even on vacation with us.  In any swimming activities she always wore a one piece.  Too shy and self-conscious to attempt the bikini.  

She bought one and tried it on for Mike and he told her to return it – not skimpy enough.  He even spanked her for not following his orders to buy something skimpy.  He called it “revealing but not skimpy” and sent her back to purchase another.  He was happy with the second purchase – low cut all around so there was both some cleavage action and had both some side-boob and bottom-boob action.  This link is a fairly good representation of the top.  The one she got had a little more coverage than that one, but, it gives you a good idea. It required frequent adjustment while wearing it to keep the boob coverage publicly presentable.  The bottom was skimpy too.  Small and tight in the crotch and, while not a g-string, it showed a lot of ass.  This link shows one that was fairly close to what her bottom looked like.  

He asked her how she liked it.  Having to be honest she said, “I like it because it is what you want for me.”   He asked if this was something she would wear if he didn’t require it.  Without hesitation she said, “No, Sir, I would not.”   “Good, then I know for sure it is the right one for you,” he proudly said.

They went down to the pool as late as they could and the only people there was a table of what turned out to be college aged kids.  Mike told Kayla she wanted her to “flaunt” her body.   She made big sweeping adjustments to her top, and when she did she gave them an innocent and incidental  flash of her boobs – which they clearly saw as they were already checking her out. 

Kayla, being on a bold streak after the airport experience,  not only did that, but made eye contact with the group as she “adjusted” and said, “Oh, hello y’all.” 

Mike and Kayla were in the water at one end of the pool.  Mike embraced Kayla, wrapping his arms around her, and told her, “I want you to swim the length of the pool and when you reach the wall on the other side, stand up, wipe the water from your eyes, and then swim back to me.  She did so.  This time he told her, “Good, I want you to do it again, but I want you to have a wardrobe malfunction. I want you to lose your top just a few feet from me but keep swimming.  When you get to the other side, stand up again and give a bit of a shriek and yell, “I lost my top!”  I don’t want you to go back under the water and I don’t want you to cover yourself with your hands.  We will just ad-lib it from there.

She did as she was told and of course when she shrieked, the guys all looked over.  Kayla then said, “Where did my top go?”  One of the guys at the table pointed in the water near Mike, “there it is.”   The guys looked over at Mike and as he retrieved the top he said, “Well, you might as well get a good look before she gets it on.”   Undaunted, Kayla gave a pose and cupped her boobs together and said, “Well, if he wants you to have a good look, then let me make them easier to see.”   Mike then tossed her top, not to Kayla, but out of the pool near the table.  Mike said, “Go get it.”

The young men just laughed and looked over at Kayla as she had this surprised look about her.  One of the guys got up and said, “I’ll toss it to you.”  Kayla, knowing that Mike is purposely trying to embarrass her and feeling confident after her “win” over his last attempt to do so, said, “What’s wrong, you don’t want me to get any closer to you?  Just leave it and I’ll come get it.”  

With that she swam back to the end where Mike was. She told Mike, “Now would like me to lose my bottoms, Sir?”   Mike had played a few games like this before with her, but this trip was like “major league” play.  Yet this rookie Kayla really knows how to play this game.  She totally flipped the script and instead of Mike pushing her, she was the one pushing to see how far Mike would take things.  

Mike told her to leave her bottoms on and to retrieve her top.  In telling me this story Mike said he had Kayla leave her bottoms on only because he was concerned there could be kids coming in or it could cause trouble.  I slyly told him, “How convenient, Sir, are you sure it wasn’t the fact that you were simply the first to blink.  Sounded to me like Kayla was ready to go further.  I think she wins again.”

Kayla 2.  Mike 0. 

Kayla said, “Hell yeah  I won, and I even took it further.  Let me tell you about my victory lap!”  Turned out when she got herself out of the pool and walked over to her top she told the guys at the table, “Here’s a closer look.  Look all you want.”  She then took the top and sort of half put it on.  She  then asked one of the guys to tie it for her. She purposely let one boob hang out for some time before “noticing” she needed to tuck it in.   Once the top was secured she looked down and said, “Oh, you can barely see my nipple through this thing.”  With that, she stuck her hand under her top and tweaked both nipples for about ten seconds.  “There, don’t you all think that looks better?  Thanks guys. Isn’t Orlando fun?!”

She then went back into the pool and embraced Mike and laughingly said, “Sir, I will do anything for you.  Although I am full of embarrassment, I can always will myself to surrender to your will.  I am all yours and my embarrassment is not as important to me as my service to you.”  They stayed in the pool a little longer, and then got out and went over and talked to the guys for a bit.   That’s when they found out they were in college.  It was two pairs of brothers who were each other’s cousins Did I explain that clearly?  Whatever – not important to the story.

While Mike generally likes to win at these games, he was now even more motivated since he had  “lost” twice in a row.  Could he actually conjure up a public scene that could break her will power?  Of course, this is bounded by what is safe, sane, and legal, as well as her hard limits.  Other than that, it is only limited by Mike’s imagination.  Well, Orlando is the land of magic and imagination.  He had more in store for her the next morning. 

NEXT: 124. Mischievous Mike and the Room, the dance, the term, and the treat.

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

38. Bow-chicka…Nope! plus Tattoo Parlor Confessions

I’ve got so many stories from our experiment to share and since tonight is a rare night with time on my hands, I will share two more.  These are related as the both involve some exhibitionism.  Exhibitionism is pretty tame compared to my prior stories, so I doubt these will be very titillating, but they do serve as another footnote in TTWD.

Bow-chika wow wow?

Mike called a plumber to fix a problem with our water heater.  Naturally I thought I would either get dressed or just wait in our bedroom until he left.  Mike thought otherwise. He told me I would remain nude and I would be the one to explain the problem to the plumber as he was giving me permission to speak as necessary in order to converse with the plumber. When the plumber arrived Mike had a brief talk with him, just in case the plumber saw one too many pornos and was thinking “bow-chicka wow wow” he would understand this was “bow-chicka nope!” He gave the plumber some story that I lost a bet and had to stay naked.  He told the plumber there was nothing sexual about it, and that he needs to treat it matter-of-fact as if I was clothed.  He asked the plumber if he had a problem with that and if he did, he would have me wait in another room.  The plumber actually joked, “Is she good looking? “ And then laughing said he would be “cool with that.”

Mike let him in and I met him just outside our pantry, where our water heater is located.  In the most casual and normal way I could muster, I said, “Let me show you where it is.”   I walked him over to the water heater and explained the problem. All the while Mike was just standing there smiling.  The guy would say something but look over at Mike and Mike would quickly say, “Talk to her, she is handling this.”   I could tell the guy was more embarrassed than I was.  The rest of his service call was uneventful, and after checking it all out he said we just need a new water heater. It was so funny because I could feel the muscles in his eyes struggling to stay focused on my face.   Finally, as he was leaving, I said, “okay, you’ve been such a great sport about it go ahead and take a good look at my boobs and body.”   He looked over at Mike and Mike said, “Obviously I don’t mind as I invited you in knowing she was naked.  Go ahead and have your look.”  With that he gave me about a five-second once-over look and blushed even more.  He then seemed very eager to return and reassured us they’ll call as soon as the replacement arrived and he and a coworker would come to install it.  Mike and I joked that when he returns with a partner to help with installing the new heater, I’ll be fully clothed and if the guy mentions anything about me being naked before we will act like he is crazy and deny it, just to mess with him.

Tattoo Parlor Confessions  (technically a nipple piercing, not a tattoo).
We celebrated the end of our M/s immersion with me getting my nipples pierced.  It was actually the last day of our experiment so the M/s rules still applied.  When we got to the place we had to decide between 12 or 14-gauge (went with 14 as that is what they recommended) as well as pick out some jewelry. I had to follow our
vocabulary rules anytime Mike asked me a question, including calling him Sir.  When they would ask me a question, I would answer, “Whatever Sir wants.”   This was uncomfortable for me, but I psyched myself up for it by imagining I was in a play and was simply playing a role.  The gal helping us caught on pretty quick and started directing her questions to Mike.

There was a young couple there and the young woman was considering piercing her nipples and her boyfriend was definitely encouraging her.  She was being hesitant so Mike asked her if it would help if she watched as I got it done. Mike told them that her boyfriend was welcomed to watch too.  They agreed.

When we were ready the girl at the desk took us to the back, although it really wasn’t behind anything. It was an open area and the piercing and tattoo stations were more like open cubicles.  They did have one private room and offered it, but Mike declined.  She had me sit with Ramon and I took my top and bra off and away he went.  The pain was tolerable and they’ve healed nicely – still just a tad tender, and I am still getting used to having them – ouch, when a towel catches on them!  In the scheme of things, this story is a bit of a yawner.  Nothing crazy happened and I got the sense that women drop their tops in this place all the time.

Maybe Ramon was more entertained.  Not by the boob-show, but by the conversation.  Right after mine, we got to watch the young lady get hers done.  They asked us a lot of questions about our relationship, specifically asking if it was a “Fifty shades” thing.   Mike told them it was something like that, but that each dominant/submissive relationship was different and he went into honest details about our DD, that we were experimenting with a master/slave dynamic and the piercing was to celebrate the end of that experiment.  The girl especially had lots of questions.  She admitted to liking to be spanked and when her blushing boyfriend said that he spanked her sometimes, she said, “Uh, your love taps don’t count as a spanking.”  While it didn’t seem like DD would be their thing, it was clear to me that she has some harder spankings in her future.  Ramon must have been very entertained by our entire conversation.  I think HBO should do a series like the old Taxicab Confessions but call it Tattoo Parlor Confessions.

Next:  39. What’s in a Name?  A Spanking!