For Display Only

I let my jaw hang open for a moment in surprise, standing naked there, frozen as if time itself had stopped. After a moment, I manage to straighten up and notice the signs she had made up: "Want to get into her clothes? Buy one of these!, "Like her to remain unclothed? Buy them from her!, and "She's a nudist now... but you're not! Take some home!"

I have to laugh at those, quicky noises several women walking up, and I have to resist reaching out as she casually puts on one of... what was anyway, of my favourite fuzzy sweaters. I pause, seeing her smile back at me, feeling the cool spring breeze all the more keenly now I see her in it. I felt a muscle in my left leg twitch a moment, feeling my pleasure rise suddenly, noting her face go smug just then, her dirty blonde hair flowing down her back and across its fabric. "I can see why you liked it so much... It's comfy. Too bad you can't wear it any more, but I can take it off your hands. You know, rid you of the temptation. You look good naked, by the way, girl. Don't let anyone try to cover up those curves." She lets out a cat call at that, before paying for it from Tiffany, among several other of my clothes, tossing me a peace gesture and heading out. I manage to notice several other things in the bags she's carrying away with... including, among other things, several Lacey g-strings sticking promiscuously out of the top of one of the bags.

I find myself staring, watching as they leave, even as I know I won't be allowed to wear any of them anyway. I want a moment before forcing myself to face Tiffany, smirking her way before managing to say, "Yea, I'll take that ball gag now. I'd rather not have to face giving it all away bit by bit. " To which Tiffany nods back, a smirk on her own face, as Chris walks closer, the pitch-black ball gag in his right hand.

I manage to remain in place, watching him hold it before me, and upon my mouth submissively to him. As he works, Tiffany amusingly retorts, "Not sure you could get away from that now, though I appreciate you coming to the same conclusion as I did on the gag. You're more of a display piece to help you sell your clothes, and abide by the laws.", and she winks as Chris pushes the ball gag into my mouth, tugging at it casually, if forcefully. I felt it moving deeper into my mouth, the connecting cords pinching at my cheeks tightly. I moan softly as he pulls it taut, before cinching it into place and testing it.

I moan as he works, feeling my tongue being pushed back as my jaws are being pulled ever wider apart. He chuckles to himself, giving it one more playful yank, slapping me on the ass once before going back to the table. As he walks, I find myself, without a thought, trying to speak, "umm mugumnn muurhh,musmmuh." was all the sound that came out, and they share a snicker, with his nodding back before sitting down,m and returning to selling my clothes.

Another woman, her short brunette locks catching my eye as she stares with longing at me, and then what had been, until recently, my clothes. She picks up something, looking it over closely before holding it up before her to see how it fits. Evidently she chooses to buy it, before shooting me a glance, "You don't need them anyway...I'd rather see you naked. Not for me, of course, but I can't see you any other way."

After a few more quick transactions, Tiffany points to a spot directly close to the table, her tone smug, "If you could please come and move about over here, planting your legs spread wide, you can have an even better impact." I tilt my head to one side, even as I feel a surprising amount of pleasure at being so exposed rush through me at the suggestion.

I simply nod, not daring once more to speak, and move. As usual, I work to move as casually as I can before turning and facing as directed. I felt my leg twitch once, noticing now how exposed my nakedness is just then. And wearing all those temporary tattoos declaring how I'm a lifelong nudist too... so many, by law, seem to have the location set to want people to stare in the most lewd manner possible. 'Not that I'm complaining, of course.' I find myself thinking ruefully, as both those walking by turn and stare.

All of which is leading to more and more of a crowd, and quite a few buying what had been my clothes on sale. I move about, finding myself enjoying the stares and calls aiming my way. I let out a sigh, feeling a croplet run down my right thigh, even as I hope my arousal is not as obvious as I felt. After a bit, I hold myself still, watching how they poke and scrutinise not just me, but my clothes I can no longer wear.

Before long I'm moving about a bit, finding myself rather enjoying the attention... even the wolf whistles and cat calls, arguably. I do find myself not wanting to look at what's going into the boxes and bags, as a surprising amount seems to still hold some intrinsic or nostalgic value for me. Looking forward and at the crowd, I find smiling faces aiming back my way, and it's not long before a few snap photos of me, too.

I glance at the table, but much to my surprise, find there's somehow more to sell. That's when I hear Tiffany's voice booming loudly, "Good job, rookie, but you really need to move about more. See, while you've been busy, a few residents apparently brought their stuff over. SO now, there's a share for us to move more than your clothes now. Why don't you make it a bit flashier, maybe dance and wiggle around? I'm sure they would love to see your bits moving about."

Before I realise what's happening now, I find Chris leaning me out front, leading my nakedness even more out and exposed, even as more than a bit of me is excited for it...