Undress code

When it is said that a title is a whole program. Personally, since Emily explained the new phase to me, I've thought several times about how to get myself out of all this.

I didn't do it. And here I am. How rude of me, I haven't introduced myself yet, and since I will be the narrator for this part, let me remedy that right away.

My name is Roger MC Stuart and i am a professional photographer.

I went from regular reporting to covering the photo chronicle of organized incidents with the sole purpose of undressing and publicly embarrassing a poor boy named K-T.

I swallow the guilt and, while waiting inside the Lion Club, the ultra-luxurious venue that will be the stage for the new phase of the ENPM project, I look at myself in the mirror.

Emily got me an elegant suit with silk cuffs, jacket buttons that shine thanks to a thin layer of real gold, and above all, fine leather loafers that are worth almost as much as my bank account.

I really look like a different person.

Obviously, in this place, i am perhaps among the most poorest and careless.

I'm amazed at how Emily has these kinds of connections. In the end, she's just a little sister of poor K-T. Regarding our victim, I am ashamed to admit that I have looked and looked again at the photos taken in the park.

I also made some enlargements. One in particular stands out prominently in my darkroom. That damn boy has a certain magnetic charm when he ends up without underwear, especially his butt and that little hole in the middle.

I have a strange phase of anal fascination. I counted the visible ripples of his anus as if they were the petals of a daisy.

Fortunately, the two butlers at the entrance signal to me that K-T is about to ring the doorbell. I prepare myself knowing that this time there won't be just distant, almost innocent shots. This time, Emily has set up a scenario overflowing with humiliations.

Since those who read this cannot know, i will tell you that K-T came to the Lion Club because he received a golden ticket with a silver watermark.

A little luxury that informed him he had won a VIP night right in this place. I am hidden and photographing the reverent bows of the two men. They are massive but very graceful as servants. After acknowledging his importance, they accompany him with all possible kindness to a dressing room to prepare him as best as they can.

I have the ability to hear, see, and photograph what happens inside. They just entered. One of them invites K-T to stay still, while they gently strip him of the poor and ill-fitting clothes he is wearing.

K-T is dazzled by the lights in the room and the richness of the interior. It really looks like a star's dressing room. He asks if he can do it alone and they wait outside. The butler, showing the minimum annoyance allowed by their role as servants, explains to them that the VIP treatment requires them to handle the dressing and that it is typical of the powerful to show themselves without veils in front of their servants.

K-T knows nothing about celebrities and people in power and accepts it. The hands of the butlers, slowly enjoying the undressing themselves, unbutton his shirt and then slip off his t-shirt. The second one lowers the zipper of his pants and pulls them down little by little.

Then they take care of shoes, socks, and finally, after removing the trousers, they let him marinate for a moment under the golden lights and reflections before proceeding with the boxers.

I photograph everything. I also use mirrors to capture the part that I couldn't see by being in front of the boy with the hidden camera. I admit that after the park and i imagine the storm he returned home half-naked. K-T might have sensed something, but Emily reassured me, and indeed here he is, ready to be completely undressed by two strangers.

The chubby fingers of both grab the waistband of the underwear and pull it down. I have the possibility to create a sequence by focusing on the genital area. First the neatly arranged hair, then the base of the penis. From there, you continue with the strap on which the fabric slowly slides until, with an elastic effect, it bounces back once the glans is crested. K-T is not immune to all that, but he probably feels like an emperor, too bad for him that he is the one from the tale who is naked but believes he is richly dressed.

After waiting for a moment with him almost paralyzed in his glistening nudity, the two butlers approach a cabinet with intricate inlays and take out the clothes he will wear, which are currently covered by a tarpaulin.

They carefully uncover them in front of a naked and embarrassed K-T. It almost seems to me that he closes his eyes to detach himself. It's not a statue because i see her buttocks quivering in the mirror's reflection.

"Here is the outfit for the VIP evening," says one of the butlers.

K-T can't believe his eyes.