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16/03/2011
Why I'm posting this here?
I've been promising myself and my friends I would stop smoking for ages. Every time I would set myself a date and tell everyone: that's the day I'll stop smoking. It never worked out. The longest I actually managed to stay off the cigarette, was 17 days. This time I meant it though! I would quit smoking at new year! After new year's eve I would never touch another cigarette again. Some friends of mine dared me: "Ok, we'll hold you to that. But you should set yourself a punishment if you don't keep your promise. Something that will encourage you to keep your promise."
Another one said: "Yeah! You should streak naked over the market square if you start smoking again after new year!"
I said that it wasn't necessary, because I wouldn't start smoking again anyway.
"Well? What do you have to lose then? Or is it because you know that you can't keep your promise?"
I couldn't argue with that and I agreed.
About four weeks ago I couldn't resist and I started smoking again. At first it was just a few cigarettes and I kept it secret, telling myself that I just needed a small break and I would stop smoking again later on. But I didn't stop again. And of course the inevitable happened. My friends found out. One of them found a package of cigarettes in my jacket and she kept bugging me about it. I tried to convince her that they were still there from when I smoked, but she didn't believe me and in the end I admitted that I smoked again. Now they've been bugging me about my promise, but of course there was now way that I would streak naked across the marketplace. So they gave me a choice: either I immediately stopped smoking again or I would give them a striptease. I didn't even really stop smoking again. I pretended I had stopped, telling myself that I would stop soon, before they could find out. Of course they found out. One of my friends caught me redhanded with a cigarette in my hand. I really really didn't want to strip for them and I told them so. I told them that I would really stop this time, but they told me that they didn't believe me, because I had said the same so many times before. This time I would have to pay the price. I could only admit that I had given them my word and that they had already been lenient with me. So I invited them over to my studio so they could watch me strip. I felt incredibly embarrassed and nervous. Five girls, waiting for me to strip for them in my small studio. They put on some music and I tried to dance and take my clothes off. They laughed and cheered and finally I stood naked before them. Then they started taking pictures with their cell phones. I yelled at them and tried to stop them and cover myself up, but they just grabbed me and held me down to take more pictures. I struggled, but couldn't stop laughing either.
"Now," one of the girls said, "we have these pictures of you naked. If that isn't motivation to stop smoking, then I don't know what is." I begged them and threatened them, but they said that was the price. "And one more thing," one of them said, "the original deal was for you to streak naked. You didn't keep that deal. We were lenient and you disappointed us. We will have to punish you. For the rest of the month you will do as we tell you. Get on your hands an knees and bark like a dog if you accept these terms." I tried pleading with them again, but I ended up on all fours barking like a dog for them, while they all laughed. The rest of the evening they kept me naked and made me do all sorts of things that made them laugh and made me feel embarrassed. When they wanted to make me go down to the kitchen naked to get some more drinks from the fridge, I begged them. I managed to get a deal from them: I would only have to be their slave when nobody else was around or could see me and I would have to post my story on this site and ask for suggestions for them. I don't have to post any pictures, but in exchange for that, I'll have to be their slave next month as well.
So here's my story. And here's my description:
I'm a 21 years old girl. I study at university. I'm 5' 7" tall. I weigh about 124 lbs. My cup size is B85.
Any suggestions can be mailed to: ancilla.nuda@gmail.com
I've been promising myself and my friends I would stop smoking for ages. Every time I would set myself a date and tell everyone: that's the day I'll stop smoking. It never worked out. The longest I actually managed to stay off the cigarette, was 17 days. This time I meant it though! I would quit smoking at new year! After new year's eve I would never touch another cigarette again. Some friends of mine dared me: "Ok, we'll hold you to that. But you should set yourself a punishment if you don't keep your promise. Something that will encourage you to keep your promise."
Another one said: "Yeah! You should streak naked over the market square if you start smoking again after new year!"
I said that it wasn't necessary, because I wouldn't start smoking again anyway.
"Well? What do you have to lose then? Or is it because you know that you can't keep your promise?"
I couldn't argue with that and I agreed.
About four weeks ago I couldn't resist and I started smoking again. At first it was just a few cigarettes and I kept it secret, telling myself that I just needed a small break and I would stop smoking again later on. But I didn't stop again. And of course the inevitable happened. My friends found out. One of them found a package of cigarettes in my jacket and she kept bugging me about it. I tried to convince her that they were still there from when I smoked, but she didn't believe me and in the end I admitted that I smoked again. Now they've been bugging me about my promise, but of course there was now way that I would streak naked across the marketplace. So they gave me a choice: either I immediately stopped smoking again or I would give them a striptease. I didn't even really stop smoking again. I pretended I had stopped, telling myself that I would stop soon, before they could find out. Of course they found out. One of my friends caught me redhanded with a cigarette in my hand. I really really didn't want to strip for them and I told them so. I told them that I would really stop this time, but they told me that they didn't believe me, because I had said the same so many times before. This time I would have to pay the price. I could only admit that I had given them my word and that they had already been lenient with me. So I invited them over to my studio so they could watch me strip. I felt incredibly embarrassed and nervous. Five girls, waiting for me to strip for them in my small studio. They put on some music and I tried to dance and take my clothes off. They laughed and cheered and finally I stood naked before them. Then they started taking pictures with their cell phones. I yelled at them and tried to stop them and cover myself up, but they just grabbed me and held me down to take more pictures. I struggled, but couldn't stop laughing either.
"Now," one of the girls said, "we have these pictures of you naked. If that isn't motivation to stop smoking, then I don't know what is." I begged them and threatened them, but they said that was the price. "And one more thing," one of them said, "the original deal was for you to streak naked. You didn't keep that deal. We were lenient and you disappointed us. We will have to punish you. For the rest of the month you will do as we tell you. Get on your hands an knees and bark like a dog if you accept these terms." I tried pleading with them again, but I ended up on all fours barking like a dog for them, while they all laughed. The rest of the evening they kept me naked and made me do all sorts of things that made them laugh and made me feel embarrassed. When they wanted to make me go down to the kitchen naked to get some more drinks from the fridge, I begged them. I managed to get a deal from them: I would only have to be their slave when nobody else was around or could see me and I would have to post my story on this site and ask for suggestions for them. I don't have to post any pictures, but in exchange for that, I'll have to be their slave next month as well.
So here's my story. And here's my description:
I'm a 21 years old girl. I study at university. I'm 5' 7" tall. I weigh about 124 lbs. My cup size is B85.
Any suggestions can be mailed to: ancilla.nuda@gmail.com
Poster:
Ancilla Nuda
