Self forced exhibitionism

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My story idea is to walk in the countryside and leave a padlock key somewhere midpoint. I'd then walk on for a mile or 2, then strip naked then lock/chain up my clothes to a tree or something. I'd then have to make my way back for the key to retrieve my clothes.
 
I’m actually working on a story with a similar theme - an orienteering match with three or four points, each giving the participant one number for a combination lock for a box holding their clothes. Players may run into each other…

Meanwhile, on another note, you might enjoy this tale: Up, Down and Away!
 
My story idea is to walk in the countryside and leave a padlock key somewhere midpoint. I'd then walk on for a mile or 2, then strip naked then lock/chain up my clothes to a tree or something. I'd then have to make my way back for the key to retrieve my clothes.
Imagine your dismay when you accidentally break off the key in the lock before you can open it, or discover that you brought the wrong key altogether!
 
My story idea is to walk in the countryside and leave a padlock key somewhere midpoint. I'd then walk on for a mile or 2, then strip naked then lock/chain up my clothes to a tree or something. I'd then have to make my way back for the key to retrieve my clothes.
And what happens when you find out that the owner of the land you're trespassing on, has strategically-placed hidden cameras, intended for catching poachers, but this time have recorded your adventure.

How does the land-owner(male, female?) confront you about this and take advantage of the situation and you?
 
The key is new and nickel plated and shiny. A local crow finds it absolutely fascinating and flies away with it - just at the moment you were about to pick it up.
You spot a farm and a barn where some rednecks are fixing their pickup or harvester, and you wait till they leave and sneak in to grab some metal cutting tool, only to be spotted by their dog and have to hide in in the barn or in a vehicle. The guys return and find you.
They offer you a choice - to have sex with three of them, or to live 3 days with them in the nude, doing farm work. Or they would throw you into the truck and drive a hundred miles away, direction unknown, and leave wherever they please.
 
When Annie got to the tree, she froze.

The padlock was on the ground, it had been cut by bolt-cutters. Her clothes were gone.

No no no this can't be happening!

Still trying to process her predicament, Annie's frantic thoughts were interrupted by sounds of movement behind her. Whirling around, Annie saw Becky, a local farmgirl, blonde and tanned, wearing a tied up shirt that exposed her midriff, very tight and short pair of "Daisy Duke" cutoffs, cowboy boots and holding a shotgun that was pointed at her.

Annie frantically tried to cover herself as best she could, trying to think of what to say.

"Little late for modesty there, Lady Godiva. Put your hands up." Becky said, smiling.

Annie was frozen in fear, embarrassment and a little excitement.

"Put your hands up and keep 'em up!" Becky ordered and when Annie hesitated, she added "Now!"

Raising her hands, Annie was now fully exposed to Becky's view.

After a solid two minutes of drinking in Annie's nudity, Becky smiled and said, "Nice."

Breaking the awkward silence and stumbling for words, Annie said, "Look, I ---"but was cut off.

Still smiling and ogling Annie's naked body, Becky said, "Oh, I know who you are. I've seen you in town, but right now, you're a trespasser on private property, so let me tell you what's going to happen sexy lady. We're going to take a walk back to the house and I just can't wait til everyone sees you, now march!"

Hands still raised, Annie walked towards the farmhouse, keenly aware that Becky was staring at her ass.

Annie had always fantasized about getting caught on one of her naked adventures and now it had finally happened and she had no idea what was going to happen next.

As if reading her mind Becky said, "I reckon that runnin' around naked was one of your kinks, with the thrill of maybe gettin' caught, huh sugar-tits? Well guess what, your fantasy just became real whether you like it or not, so you just keep those hands up and move those sexy buns."

As they got closer to the house, Annie could hear the sounds of loud country-rock music and the even louder sounds of drunken partying...
 
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