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Megan Says III

The beginning of the next week playing Megan Says went much calmer than the first. Sure, Megan kept me naked at home. Nevertheless, she rarely required pictures.

Being naked at home has become almost normal. It barely registers as being unusual compared to the events of last weekend.

My current conversion to nudism results from a game I started playing with Megan. I have kind of a crush on Megan. When she invited me to her apartment on the Saturday before last, I made up the game, Megan Says, to provide entertainment for the afternoon.

I wanted to play Paul Says, but I am too shy and introverted to suggest it.

The rules for the game are simple. Megan will tell me to perform a task. I would either complete the dare or say "no." If I decline the task, Megan can order another dare or repeat the same task. If she repeats the task and I say no again, that will end the game.

It does not take long for Megan to figure out I have a submissive exhibitionist nature. Playing the game arouses me. I enjoy the game and do not want it to end. Megan uses that knowledge to force me to complete actions I would never normally ever perform.Megan Says III фото

On Wednesday morning, I receive an email from Megan. "Go to Debby's house at seven tonight. Remove all of your clothes except your underwear. Leave everything in your car except your underwear and phone. Go to the front door and ring the bell. Follow Debby's directions when she answers the door. She has my orders. Have Fun. Love Megan."

Debby caught me photographing myself naked when I performed one of Megan's assignments. She took my clothes and forced me to explain what I was doing. Since then, she has been playing Megan Says with Megan. Sometimes Megan has us perform stunts together.

I arrive promptly at seven. I undress in the car and walk to the front door. Debby answers promptly with a flash of her cellphone. She stands before me wearing only a red panty.

"Paul, hand me your underwear." I slide my underwear down and step out of them. Exposed to the world, my body stands on Debby's front porch. Bending down, I retrieve my underpants from the ground and hand them to Debby. She makes me pose for several more pictures before inviting me into the house.

Debby instructs me to pose for pictures with her. She mounts her phone to a tripod. She takes timed photos of us standing together. Then, she has me kneel before her and takes pictures of me pulling down her panty. More photos with both of us nude follow.

We break for dinner. Debby has cooked a delicious meal and set an exquisite table. Photos of each of us at the table get added to the mix.

We finish out the evening skinny-dipping in Debby's backyard pool. At the end of the evening, we send all the photos to Megan and each other. Then, she sends me on my way without returning my underwear.

In the morning, I receive another email from Megan. "Nice pictures from last night. Do it again this evening except do it at five o'clock instead of seven. That way it will be light outside. Have fun. Love Megan."

Reaching Debby's house, I strip and head to the door in my underwear. Debby answers with her camera. Today she wears purple undies.

I remove my bikini brief and hand it over. After a few more pictures I enter the door. We head straight to the backyard.

More photos ensue starting with me removing Debby's purple panty. We grill hamburgers for dinner and swim. The party ends at sunset. I return home leaving my underwear behind.

Friday morning, I receive more direction from Megan. "At five today pick up a package from Debby. Bring it to me. Next, go to Trish's bar at the club and follow her directions."

Debby's package was about four-feet square and four inches thick. Gold foil wrapping paper with red ribbon adorned the package. A silver envelope slipped under the ribbon had "Megan" written on it.

The parcel does not fit in the trunk of my car. It barely fits in the back seat. The front seats must be slid forward to allow its bulk to slip through the car door.

The Friday evening crowd packs the club. Trish says, "Hi" and places a bottled water in front of me. "You are my ride home, so no alcohol for you."

I pay for the drink and include a fair tip. Watching the crowd fills the next hour until Trish gets off work.

Trish sits in the passenger seat and provides driving directions. We arrive at a park and stop the car in a secluded place. Trish orders me to undress and toss my clothing in the back seat. She uses her phone to photograph my inelegant strip show.

"Get out and pose for some pictures." I follow Trish's orders and pose as she directs. Thirty minutes later, she walks back to the car and gets in the driver's seat.

I head for the passenger side, but Trish has locked the door. After teasing me a bit, she unlocks the door. I quickly climb in. Trish snaps a few more pictures before driving off.

Ten minutes later Trish pulls into Megan's apartment complex. The sun has set, and only brief shades of auburn light can be seen in the western sky. I sit waiting for Trish to park. Instead, she stops in the middle of the lot.

Trish instructs, "Get out and take Debby's package to Megan. Leave everything else in the car." Of course, I obey Trish.

A quick glance around the parking lot tells me only dispersed street lights and lit windows light the area. No one besides us can be seen.

Exiting the car, I close the passenger door and reach for the backseat door handle. Clunk, the locked door does not open.

A loud click tells me Trish has locked the front door cutting off any retreat back inside the car. I stare through the window. Trish does not even look my direction.

I knock on the door window. Slowly she turns her head towards me. My eyes plead for her to release the door locks. After a long pause, I hear the lock click.

I open the door to retrieve Debby's package. It will not slip out the door. This leads to more pleading to unlock the front door, so I can slide the passenger seat forward. Eventually, Trish relents, and I retrieve the package. As soon as I shut the door, Trish drives off.

Trish makes a U-turn and comes back towards me. The cars headlights spotlight my nude form standing in the parking lot. She stops about ten feet away and takes a few snapshots. Then, she drives away leaving me alone.

I quickly head for the stairway that leads to Megan's apartment. Megan takes her time answering the door.

Megan greets me with an awkward hug. Then, she instructs me to put down the four-foot square package, so we can perform a proper hug.

We exchange small talk for a bit. "How was the drive? Did you enjoy seeing Trish? Did the week go well?" I ask Megan about the plans for the weekend. She just shyly grins and comments, "I have several plans," but she reveals no specifics.

During the discussion we slowly move to the couch. Megan pulls out her phone and shows me the photographs Trish had taken. They look as embarrassing as I expected.

"Go fetch the package and let me document you presenting it to me. Debby will enjoy seeing it being delivered."

I obey Megan's commands and pose as directed holding the fancily wrapped present. She even uses a timer and takes a few of me handing her the gift. She hands me her phone to photograph her meticulously unwrapping the gift.

As I suspected, the package contains another framed photo collage surrounding mounted underwear. Only Debby's panty joining my bikini brief differs from the ones Megan, Mary, and Britney had created. Even the picture frame matches.

More pictures of Megan and the unwrapped collage follow. Then, Megan has me mount it on her bedroom wall next to her other collage. The hanging process also gets meticulously documented.

The doorbell rings. Megan hands me sixty dollars and sends me to answer the door. I greet a pizza delivery woman at the door.

She seems unphased by my lack of dress. She takes the money and hands me a large pizza. Megan immortalizes the exchange on her phone. The casual reaction by the delivery driver tells me the encounter was preplanned.

Megan and I eat a casual dinner and discuss the week's events. Other than my being naked it goes almost like a normal meal. Megan disappears while I clean up. She returns wearing a purple lace teddy. She looks incredible, and my already horny dick gets stiff as a log. Megan makes me perform a few more silly stunts just to show her dominance before taking me to bed.

We wake in the morning and shower together. Megan dresses, then we eat breakfast.

Megan puts a slideshow of her pictures of me on the TV. We sit, watch, and discuss them. Some show the previous weeks, but most cover this week. They include pictures with Debby and the ones Trish had taken at the park and in the apartment parking lot.

The morning continues at a leisurely pace. Megan has me perform a few stunts but nothing major. I give her a table dance and pose for a few pictures. However, mostly we just sit around and talk.

Megan needs to work, so she starts getting ready. She escorts me out of her apartment and locks the door behind us.

As we walk down the stairs, I realize I am still fully nude. I have been naked so much lately I barely notice it anymore. I now remember my clothes sit in my car that Trish drove away yesterday.

"While I am at work, stay with Mary and Britney. Do what they tell you to do." Megan kisses me goodbye and leaves me standing at the foot of the stairs. I hurry to Mary and Britney's apartment and ring their doorbell.

Mary answers with a smile. She looks me up and down before inviting me to enter. Britney greets me from the kitchen. Both ladies wear bikinis covered by sheer half sarongs. They look great.

Two ice chest and several boxes of food sit on the counter and table. Britney commands, "load the food and drink into our car."

I grab a heavy ice chest and follow Britney to her car. This task bares my nakedness to the world. I comply with little thought on the matter. I barely notice Mary's phone flashing at my naked walk. It requires four trips to carry everything.

A few cars drive by while I am exposed. Thankfully, none stop. Mary signals for me to join her in the back seat. I am relieved to obtain the limited concealment the car provides.

Britney drives off, and I enquire about our destination. "We are throwing a pool party at Britney's parent's house. Her parents have left town. However, first we need to make a few stops."

I anxiously feel my stomach churn in anticipation of what the stops entail. The fear and nervousness start arousing me. Mary notices and gives me a smile and a grope.

Britney pulls into a gas station and pulls up to the pump. Mary hands me a debit card. "Fill it with regular."

I hesitate for a minute before exiting the car. The station is not busy, but it is not vacant either. A stern look from Mary prompts me to get on with the task. I get out of the car and circle behind it to reach the pump on the driver's side. Britney also exits the vehicle. She has her phone ready.

I insert the card and pull it out to engage the pump. I knock on Mary's window and request the PIN code. After faking a faulty memory, she finally provides the information needed to continue with the transaction.

Accessing the gas tank proves to be the next obstacle. I ask Britney, "Please open the gas tank door." She just waves towards the driver's door and waits for me to pop the door myself.

It takes a minute to locate the button in the unfamiliar car. I hear Britney's camera click several times as I search for the button. I am sure she gets several nice shots of my bare butt hanging out as I lean into the car searching for the door release.

I fill the tank and start retreating into the car. Britney interrupts me. "We need to buy ice." She waves a twenty-dollar bill at me. "We need two bags."

I take the money. Then, I realize that means entering the convenience store and interacting with the clerk.

I am sure Britney will not drive me away until I complete the task. Even if I quit the game, I would be stuck here without any clothing.

I head to the store with determination. A bell rings when I enter. The sound draws the attention of the clerk and the few shoppers in the store.

I approach the checkout line. Of course, I need to wait behind two other customers. They take their time completing their transactions.

I attempt to act natural as if nothing is unusual. My blushing face and stiff dick counter that assertion.

A flash draws my attention. This prompts several other shoppers to pull out their phones. Why does everyone have a camera these days?

Finally, I reach the front of the line. The clerk is a cute blond gal with a big smile. I lay the twenty on the counter. "I need two bags of ice." She takes the money and slowly rings up the order.

She takes her time counting back the change and handing me my receipt. My paparazzi follow me out.

I remove the ice from the outside freezer. I head for the car and realize it no longer resides at the pump. "Paul, over here." I hear Britney call me. The car now sits at the far corner of the lot. I head that way.

"Will I could not leave the car blocking the pump while you take forever in the store." Britney smirks while she chastises me.

Britney again makes me root around the driver's seat to open the trunk. It goes faster this time since the "trunk open" button sits right next to the "gas fill door open" button.

She joins me at the trunk and directs my filling of the ice chests. I need to slam the bags on the ground to break up the ice before pouring it into the coolers.

Finally, the job is completed. I can retreat back into the car.

As Britney drives off, I consider my situation. Megan cares about me. This tempers what she will force me to perform. Mary and Britney do not have that restraint to what embarrassing task they might assign. However, my enhanced state of arousal tells me I am enjoying the humiliation at least on some level.

We stop at a house in the suburbs next. Mary sends me to the door.

I am sure this constitutes more hazing since they could easily call or text from the car. However, after the convenience store, the quiet neighborhood appears tame. I do not even hesitate.

The house has a Ring doorbell. This gets a minor rise since I know they contain a video camera that automatically records anyone approaching the door.

The door opens as I reach it. A lovely woman matching Britney and Mary in age and dress exits. She looks me over and smiles before turning to lock the door.

Mary introduces Susan as Britney drives off. Susan goes to school with them and also works as a waitress part time. All three of them are taking the summer off from school.

We make a quick stop for lunch at a fast-food drive thru. Britney orders us salads and juice. We eat in the car as we continue our drive.

We arrive at Britney's parent's house in less than an hour. A metal gate blocks access from the road. Britney punches a code into her phone, and we proceed down a wooded driveway until it opens onto a huge lawn. The large colonial house greets us from across the grassy vista.

Britney pulls around to the side and parks near the side door. She unlocks the door with her phone, and all three ladies supervise as I unload the car.

Everything goes to the patio kitchen beside the pool. As soon as everything gets put away and we each receive a drink, Britney takes several pictures of Mary, Susan, and me posing in front of the pool.

Next, Britney turns to suntan lotion. The girls oil me up, and I return the favor. They briefly remove the sarongs to apply lotion to their legs.

The first guests arrive fifteen minutes later. The first group consist of all ladies. Britney's friends all wear bikinis and a few wear sarongs.

Britney makes a point of introducing me to each guest. I stand naked in front of them as they ogle me. Britney asks me to serve the ladies drinks. I obey as the ladies stare and chat amongst themselves.

The next group that arrives consist of three couples. I am no longer the only guy present. As soon as they reach the pool the guys start stripping.

Britney notices my shock and explains. "Clothed Females Naked Males is the party's theme. I got the idea from seeing you run around naked. I sent each guest the picture of you, Mary, and Susan standing by the pool with instructions. All male guest must strip upon arriving and remain fully nude for the duration of the party. It should prove entertaining."

I am not sure what to think. My feelings seem surprisingly mixed. I am somewhat relieved I will no longer be the only naked person on display. However, I regret the loss of my unique status.

I ask, "Will all of the guys agree to strip?"

Britney replies, "I think they will. If not, they will be thrown out. I throw a pretty good party, and I have had skinny dip parties before. The fact that the women remain clothed is the only thing new. I expect most of the guys will comply."

More guests arrive. Britney turns out to be correct. Only one guy refuses to get naked. He leaves quickly. Surprisingly, his wife stays.

We swim, sun, and drink for the rest of the afternoon. A few of the girls sunbath topless. Most remain fully clothed to keep the contrast with all the nude guys. Even the topless sunbathers restore their tops when not sunning themselves.

We grill burgers and sausage for dinner. Several of the ladies perform most of the cooking. Britney and Mary leave me alone, and I enjoy the party.

Megan arrives after work. We talk and Britney suggest we try the hot tub.

Megan protest, "I did not bring a suit." Britney states, "Just go nude. No one cares."

Britney removes her bikini, takes my arm, and leads me to the hot tub. Megan quickly follows.

Britney and I slip into the tub and sit on the far side facing back. The warm bubbling water feels really stimulating.

Megan stops at a chair nearby. She kicks off her shoes and pulls off her socks. She pulls off her T-shirt and quickly moves to her jeans. Lastly her bra and panty join her other clothing on the chair.

She wastes no time in entering the hot tub and sitting next to me. I am now squeezed between Megan and Britney. I am in heaven.

Britney stands and turns to face Megan. "Thank you for letting us enjoy Paul's company. If you ever tire of him, Mary and I will take him off your hands."

Britney steps out of the tub and walks away. I stare at her ass as she retreats.

Megan grabs my dick to get my attention. She slides around to straddle my lap and plants a big kiss on my lips. I respond.

After a heated necking session, we get out and dry off. Megan goes to dress and realizes her clothes have disappeared.

We see Britney, Mary, Susan, and a few of the guys standing around talking. We head that direction.

Mary wears only her Bikini bottoms. The rest of the group bare everything.

Megan inquirers about her clothes. Britney responds. "I put them away. You can have them back in the morning after I get a few pictures of you and Paul together. For tonight, I will show you to a guest bedroom."

Britney leads Megan and me into the house. She leaves us together in a fancy bedroom. We enjoy a delightful night together.

I wake in Megan's arms. We find Britney, Mary, and Susan in the kitchen. Their attire matches our own. We have a very casual breakfast before returning to our room to shower.

Washed and refreshed, we meet the ladies by the pool. Britney refuses to return Megan's outfit until she gets some photos. I am just enjoying not being the only one naked.

Britney promises to not spread the photos. Megan eventually relents.

I pose with Megan, and then we pose with Susan and Mary. We finish up with adding Britney to the group for a few timed shots.

Britney decides she has had enough and returns Megan's clothing. I watch as Megan dresses in front of the group. Megan and I leave after saying goodbye.

 

Megan is late for work, so we head straight for the club. She parks in the far corner of the lot. Trish arrives with my car. She says hello before handing me my keys. Megan and Trish leave me standing there as they say goodbye before heading off to work.

A quick look in the car tells me my clothes are missing. I find my wallet and cell phone, but the only clothing constitutes my shoes and socks.

Reluctantly, I start driving for home. A short distance down the road, I notice I only have an eighth of a tank of gas. I will need to stop for fuel.

I drive out of town and stop at a quiet freeway exit. The place looks deserted. I park at the pump farthest from store and quickly start filling the tank.

A group of nicely dressed older ladies pull up. They look concerned and ask me if I need help.

I explain, "I am all right. I am just the victim of an embarrassing practical joke perpetrated by my girlfriend." They laugh, drive off, and leave me alone.

A minute later they return and snap a picture. They seem to enjoy my predicament. I take a few silly poses just to play it up. Then, they request my phone number, so they can send me copies. I actually give them my number.

I return to the road and drive the rest of the way home. I streak up the stairs and take refuge in my apartment. A check of the phone shows a collection of photos from the weekend. It includes the ones from the ladies at the gas station.

A text from Megan says she enjoyed the weekend, and I should stand by for additional instructions. I email her the pictures from the gas station along with a detailed story. I copy Trish.

Obeying Megan has become almost automatic. I close with, "I look forward to your next command."

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