Life on Display

by Retsujou

I’ve always been an exhibitionist; I savored being in the public eye, to be seen for what I wished I could be. As a teenager it got me a reputation as a tramp. I didn’t matter that I was a virgin, I showed off enough skin that everyone just assumed that I was putting out. I put myself through college as a stripper, and was never more content, but all things come to an end.

I met my future husband at the club; he would come in and watch me and the other girls as we danced. He was enough of a regular that everyone knew him on sight, and a heavy enough tipper that everyone liked having him around, but it was odd, he never looked in the usual places. He wouldn’t watch our tits, or peek between our legs as we strut our stuff. He just watched legs and belly and our faces. He seemed content with it, and as I said, he tipped well.

Our real introduction to each other was rather taboo. He slipped a card with his phone number in with one of the tips he gave me. It caught me off guard; he had never done such a thing before. I should have told the bouncers, but instead I hid the card away and waited for the end of my shift.

We started dating that week, and kept dating until I graduated college. After that though, he took me out on a lavish date and popped the question. I was in love by this point, and didn’t even need to think, the answer was yes. We were married not long after in a quiet civil service.

When we married, there was a stipulation. He would stop visiting strip clubs, and I would stop dancing in them. I hated to give up the job, but my love for him won out, and I really didn’t need the money, as his job more than covered us both.

I became a homebody wife, but the desire to show off never left me. I liked my body, and others did too. I would often let myself get caught sunning, or answer the door in just an open bathrobe. It didn’t take long for the rumors to start again, and it frustrated my husband to no end.

Two years into our marriage, we were on the edge of collapse. He couldn’t take it any more. That’s when he called Chasti-Permalock and ended all our woes. I was never told, never asked. The fittings were done while I was in a drug-induced sleep, then the devices applied the same way.

By the time I woke up, it was done. I was in my own bed, asleep amidst satin sheets, unclothed, and without coverings. A cool breeze woke me, and my eyes opened to the sunlight. My husband sat on a chair beside me, watching. I felt full, oddly so, and let my hand explore my body. I found the metal shield over my sex. I couldn’t feel anything beneath it.

I was almost in shock; I just kept exploring the oval shield, and then found the smaller shield over my anus. My husband began to tell me about his decision, how I was now permanently locked into these devices. They could never come out, but I already knew full well what they were. I let out a groan of near terror when I found the nipple shields too.

I staggered to the bathroom mirror, looking at my once perfect body, now marked by the contoured silver disks over my nipples and the silver plate between my legs. I had to walk a little bowlegged as well, but I had heard that problem went away with time. My husband followed me to the mirror. He hugged me from behind. The hug brought a shiver from me. I couldn’t believe he would violate me in this manner, even if I did like to show off, I never cheated on him.

That’s when he told me why: a little-explored law about modesty and decency. He explained it pretty well. Without any sexual bits exposed, with them permanently locked away, there was no reason for me to wear clothing for decency. I could walk around completely naked and the law wouldn’t find anything wrong with it. It was true that I would never climax again, but in a way it was the ultimate gift to me.

I slumped back down onto the bed, considering what he told me. He kissed me, then went off to make breakfast, letting me get used to things. Knowing that it was too late to remove the devices now, I decided to get dressed and go have breakfast. This is when the next surprise hit me. He had gone through my dressers and closet. There were no more panties, no more bras, no pants, and no skirts, nothing that could cover me from the hips to the knees. All of my opaque shirts were gone, only the shear silks were left. There were even a few new things in there. I couldn’t believe it, it was a dream come true, all my clothing that was left was designed to show off my body.

I was trembling as I pulled on a crushed velvet corset, lacing it gently behind my back. It left my breasts exposed, and stopped at the hips. The lovely thing had built in garters, so I found some mid thigh fishnet stockings and rolled them onto my legs. A pair of four-inch heels finished everything off rather well, so I went down for breakfast.

I’ll never forget that first day. I went out after breakfast and did the shopping. Everyone was looking at me as I walked the town, watching as I strut about and showed off things I could never be again. Every day has been like that, total bliss of exposing everything and yet nothing at the same time. Most days I don’t even bother with clothing. I simple walk around town naked as I will ever again get. I’ve been stopped a few times, but they always let me go soon after, I am decent after all.

My only regret is that my new life makes me to amazingly horny. My husband never bought any of the extras that come with the devices, no pain, no pleasure, not even the mild aphrodisiacs that are supposed to keep me aroused, they just aren’t needed. Its been six years now, six years of living as the ultimate exhibitionist, I love it so much, but oh to be able to cum just one last time…