Clothes can give such comfort. I spend most of my day without them and after about eight hours no matter how hot the house is the feeling of material close to my body is soothing and comforting.
On tuesdays i have friends over for coffee. They are in the lifestyle so seeing a slave naked is not new for them but the time they come is the period around when i usually end my nudity and once again feel the wrmth of clothes. At that time i begin to feel antsy. So when they requested that i extend my time in the nude i had to as per my new years resolution of complying when ever i can to requests. That is when the world of fear and anxiety came into play and i loved it. A lovely little shot of exposure and discovery it was a slave feeling you could say but more of lack of control to the tiniest level.
Yesterday was a day of housework so my body is sore and stff in the all the wrong areas. In about two hours i will be again naked though i feel my body will long for clothes today. Luckily there is a painter/plaster coming in today so i cannot scare the poor man i will have to dress while he is here which hopefully will be the whole day. Then i have the excuse of being dressed as we cannot force ourselves on the poor vanillas. Of course i could close my den door and be naked there.
Well maybe, should anyone drop over for coffee, said with a twinkle in his eye as most of my friends are busy i will lounge in the lap of luxury and clothing.
drakor at his best
I know one is enough I prefer using two hands thank you
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