The owner likes exhibitionists

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It was a very hot day in September. Online, my master assured me that he would arrange a very novel activity for me that day, one that would be absolutely unexpected and exciting. We agreed to meet at my house at four o'clock in the afternoon. From 3:45, I stood on the balcony watching the entrance of the community, eagerly awaiting my master's arrival. As I waited, my mind started to wander, wondering what kind of surprises, humiliations, and joys my master would bring me today. I trusted my master so much because he had never let me down. At about five minutes to four, I saw my master's familiar silver Accord drive into the community. He got out of the car, carrying a large bag, and walked towards me. He looked up, saw me on the balcony, and gave me a bright smile. At that moment, my heart started pounding wildly, and I couldn't calm down anymore.
A few minutes later, my master arrived beside me, and I couldn't wait to ask him about the activity plan. But my master said that I didn't need to ask anything; I just needed to listen to his arrangements, and he would design everything, and I could enjoy that unparalleled joy. “Where shall we begin?” I asked my master. “The first step, of course, is to take off all your clothes!” my master replied with a smile.
Soon, I stood naked in front of my master. Although this had happened many times before, my shy nature still made my cheeks burn. My master carefully observed my body, which made me feel a little flustered. My master had me spread my legs and gently ran his fingers across my skin, caressing my pubic hair. I felt very comfortable. “Want to be a beautiful white tiger?” my master whispered in my ear. Because I often went swimming in the summer, I shaved off the hair on both sides of my pubic area, leaving only the middle section. Now my master was going to shave it all off, and I felt extremely ashamed. “Want to be a beautiful white tiger?” my master asked again, his voice so gentle and seductive that I couldn’t resist. My master took out a razor and a can of foam from his bag, took me to the bathroom, and turned on the hot water. The water made my already sparse pubic hair stick tightly to my lower abdomen. My master turned off the water and applied foam to my genitals. The foam-coated pubic area felt incredibly smooth and pleasurable. Combined with my master's nimble fingers teasing me, I knew I was already very wet inside. My master took out a razor and shaved off my sparse pubic hair in a few quick strokes. I looked at myself in the mirror; without the dark pubic hair, I was now a beautiful little girl. No one would imagine that the line between debauchery and innocence is so thin.
My master dried me off and then brought me a can of paint and a paintbrush. Only then did he tell me his plan: to paint clothes on my body and then conduct exhibitionist training outside. He said he was inspired by a news story from abroad, where two girls, using painted clothes as a cover, participated naked in a celebration with tens of thousands of people without being discovered. Shaving off the pubic hair was to make the painted clothes more realistic. This plan was incredibly audacious, and I felt a little scared, but I believed in my master's plan; I was sure it would be successful. The owner picked up the can of paint; it was blue. He said, "Don't worry, it's food-grade dye, and it washes off quickly." He then started painting on my body. It took him half an hour to paint a pair of knee-length denim shorts on me, then he dried them with a hairdryer. I looked in the mirror; it actually looked quite realistic, indistinguishable from a distance. Of course, if you looked closely, it would be obvious very quickly. The owner said the key to this plan was me; I needed to be confident and calm in public, otherwise, if I panicked, I would easily attract attention and be discovered. Of course, we could only go out at night. The owner had me wear a short-sleeved long-sleeved shirt; that would be all I wore tonight. By the time
everything was finished, it was almost six o'clock, and it was still quite bright outside. The owner had me stand on the balcony to experience the effect of being exposed. Looking at the people walking around on the opposite balcony, I figured they must have seen my "shorts," but they would never guess that I was actually naked from the waist down. When faced with their gazes, I always felt as if they were looking at my naked body, and I was overwhelmed with shame. I finally understood that the confidence and composure my master spoke of were not so easy to achieve.
Around seven o'clock, it got dark, and the streetlights hadn't been turned on yet. My master led me, half-naked, downstairs and into his car. Although I tried my best to act nonchalant, my legs were still trembling as soon as I got in the car. My master took me to a rather quiet Western restaurant. After getting out of the car, my master took my hand, and we walked into the restaurant's lobby like a couple. Facing the approaching waiters, I tried my best to appear calm. Fortunately, the lighting wasn't very bright, and no one noticed my exposed genitals. It seems my master's drawing skills are quite superb. We chose a carriage-style seat, and I tried my best to hide my lower body under the table. I asked the waiter to dim the lights, and we lit candles to enjoy our candlelight dinner. I felt an itch in my genitals, and several times I couldn't help but want to stop it with my hand, but my host reminded me that the paint would be smudged, so I had to endure it.
After dinner, my host paid the bill and went to the parking lot to get his car, leaving me to walk out alone. I clenched my thighs, using the muscle soreness to resist the tension, and the walk through the restaurant lobby felt like an eternity. People glanced at me from time to time, but thankfully no one paid much attention to my naked lower body. I left the restaurant and got into my host's car.
After dinner, my host took me to a park near the community. It was completely dark, and there were very few people strolling in the park; the streetlights were dim and yellowish. In the darkness, I felt my body finally relax, and I returned to my usual natural self, even starting to hum a tune. My host would occasionally stroke my buttocks, reminding me of my current state. My host had me sit on the park's swing, spreading my legs as wide as possible to expose my secret. He pushed the swing hard, and every time it swung to its highest point, I screamed with excitement. I even rolled up my t-shirt high, making my nakedness even more perfect and complete. That moment, at the highest point of the swing, was also my climax.
Next time, my master said I should also wear the painted clothes on my upper body, and we should go out during the day. That way, I could truly be completely naked in public. Although I can't wait to do that, I'll have to wait until next summer, after all, winter is too cold for someone like me who likes to show off.
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