I had a brief meeting with Tim today and all seemed fine. I haven’t worked out how the best way to get Linda’s dress back to her yet but I doubt there’s any rush. There’s no point me keeping it, though, as it’s definitely too tight around the hips and boobs.

When I got home I checked online and the photos were there. The comments were actually pretty good, but I’m still wondering what I’ve done. Unlike ones where I’m just nude I can’t look at these ones.

I didn’t have to talk with Tim today, which was okay. Not that I feel there’s a problem but I think it’s still all a bit weird.

It was also the first day of the new regime for getting to Mel’s. At least I could leave the office with a dress on, so I didn’t have to go through the subterfuge of getting undressed in the toilets. Funnily enough I didn’t go with her suggestion of making my one item a hat, even though it was probably warm enough to get away with just that.

Then when I got there I listened carefully to check there was no-one coming down the stairs, opened the box with the key Mel had given me, then I called the lift and just before it arrive I pulled my dress off, put it in the box and locked it, and dived through the doors before they closed.

I didn’t meet anybody on the way but it was an incredible rush, because if I had of met someone there’s be nothing I could have done about it. It made my pulse race as I waited for her to come to the door. Her neighbour has already spotted me a couple of times but somehow at least then I had my coat with me, even if I hadn’t put it on in time. Now I had nothing except the shoes on my feet and a key in my hand.

Nobody came and Mel let me in eventually, but she had she really didn’t have any accounting for me to do so we would talk for a while and I would have to add it to the hours that I owed her. She said there’d be a different way for me to repay it other than just accounts, which sounds ominous.

The setup was new this week too. Mel put the shiny metal collar I’d seen before around my neck, and loose chains around my ankles and hands, but they didn’t really restrict my movement, but to the collar she clipped a long metal chain and she had me sit on the floor in front of her while we talked, and she held the other end of the chain. It wasn’t the most exposed position I’d been in with her but I felt like I had given myself up to her just by going along with it. Mel was dressed all in black and wearing ankle boots and she had her laptop beside her as she took notes. It was almost the normality of it, except I was naked and chained, that made it the more intense.

So, of course, in my sex-starved state, it made me even more horny. When we got to talking about Mark and Ana I had to admit it had been weeks and I was thinking about sex far too much. Mel asked if I had done anything about it, and I said no, because she had said I couldn’t. She corrected me and said that I could and I just had a few photos to upload first. I said I couldn’t do that.

Then Mel leant forwards and her face was maybe four inches from mine. She’s really incredibly pretty and very striking, and maybe because she was holding the one end of a leash with me on the other end I felt it even more so. Then with the hand that wasn’t holding the leash she reached out and put her fingers on my right breast.

It was ecstasy to feel someone’s touch and I closed my eyes and then, and I never thought this would happen, while I had my eyes closed Mel’s lips met mine briefly. Her tongue flicked at them and her hand left my breast and moved down my body, tracing a circle around my stomach, and then down again, and I nearly collapsed on the floor as she stroked between my legs.

Then she stopped and I think I moaned. I opened my eyes and Mel asked me if I wanted her to continue. Of course I did! Then she turned the laptop towards me and the pictures were there; pictures of me in a yoke, legs open, helpless and, to my eyes, looking somewhat ridiculous with everything on display. “All you have to do is press this,” she said, pointing at the “Upload” button and pushing the keyboard towards me.

I shook my head, and she leant towards me again and this time it was just the tips of her finger that touched me. And she knew exactly where to touch, and exactly when to stop. I definitely moaned this time.

“I can do this all night,” she said, and I thought she probably would. I thought about it but I still couldn’t do it. There were photos of me naked online already, but not so exposed!

Mel’s finger stroked my leg, up the inside of my thigh, but this time circling my pelvis. It was unbearable, and as she let the chain droop the cold metal ran across my nipple. I closed my eyes to try to shut it out but it just made it worse, because my imagination took over.

Then she stopped again. I said “please don’t”, and her hand stroked my breast in reply. So I asked her “no more after these?” and she nodded: “These will be the last ones.” And I was so desperate and I really didn’t care and I reached over and pressed the button and sent my indignity off to the Internet to be pored over by thousands of eyes.

Mel smiled, put one hand on her chest and pushed me back to lay on the floor, and then her hands took control of me.

Release didn’t come quickly either: she stroked and teased and played with my body and I was reduced to begging her again until finally her hand made firm contact and didn’t leave and I had the most intense orgasm, nearly spread-eagled on the floor with my chained hands above my head and the collar around my neck.

It was only afterwards that I felt embarrassed about the whole thing, right from the way I’d pleaded with her to uploading the photos, to the orgasm at her feet. My body was grateful for the release but my mind was not.

Then as I stood naked and Mel unchained me and I went to find my shoes I realised I still had one more thing to do: to take the key, ride the lift to the ground floor, naked, hope nobody saw me and retrieve my dress so I could go home. And I didn’t have my libido to help me through it.

The journey up, naked, had been thrilling, but the way down was almost terrifying, fearing that somebody would open the doors on another floor, or the lobby would be occupied. But I was lucky and I took my things out of Mel’s postal locker, put my dress over my head and made my way home.

I haven’t been brave enough to check online yet.

I spent half of the day wondering when the first pictures of me at the naked bike ride will appear online. I don’t so much mind if they’re in with other people but it seems I have quite a following and I don’t want it to get to work colleagues. Of course, Tim knows I was there, and about the pub performance, but yesterday evening I was the one clothed and his flatmate was nude. I still can’t get over that.

The rest of the day was mostly chores, and I washed Linda’s dress as I guess I’ll have to give that back somehow. I could do it in the office but it’ll need to be discreet!

That was one silly afternoon! Or one silly day. And one strange day too.

I even tried to suggest to Mel that she join the naked bike ride when I met her at the park run this morning and she just sort of laughed and ignored me. I imagine she actually looks pretty amazing naked, to be honest, but I think she’s far too controlling to put herself in a vulnerable position. It made me feel kind of powerful that I can do it and she can’t.

But anyway: I met Ha, Ellie and Lily at the start, and there were already all kinds of people (okay: mostly men) either fully naked or some women kept knickers on and more rarely a bra. And lots of body paint. So it didn’t even feel that weird to be stripping off, and I only had one a dress on anyway, and if anything it was Lily who looked out of place in tight trousers and a top. I could tell she was getting a real kick out of seeing Ha in the nude though, and I wonder why the two of them don’t get a bit more adventurous more often. I wouldn’t mind.

We gave Lily our clothes and she said she’d meet us at the other end. The bike ride itself is really short and there are so many people watching and taking photos. I guess they could end up anywhere, but when everyone’s doing it it doesn’t seem like it’s wrong.

We ended up in the park again and Lily pulled out two bottles of wine and some plastic glasses, and it was the three of us sitting around naked, and Lily very much not and ogling us all especially, I noticed, Ellie. And there were quite a few other naked people around mixing with clothed people, although the numbers of naked people dwindled as time went on.

Then the weird thing happened and I noticed someone approaching us; a clothed man with a naked girl, and if my face was a picture of surprise when I looked up and saw Tim staring down at my naked body it was nothing compared to Ha’s.

He said something about not wanting to intrude, but his friend Linda wanted to say hi. I recognised her from the pub, when Mel had dragged him away from us, and I said so, and Linda said she’d wanted to meet me then because she’d heard so much about me. It was kind of flattering but also exceptionally weird but Linda seemed entirely okay with it and Lily obviously didn’t really know who Tim was but said they should join us, which I think because she was finding Ha’s reaction so amusing.

So Linda sat down, and so did Tim, and pretty soon Lily worked out why she and Tim knew each other, and said something like “this is a bit awkward” and Tim said no, it’s fine. Then Linda said it was fine because Tim had never once let on about anything they did together even to her work-mates. I was going to ask if they were a couple, because it seemed odd to be hanging out with a naked woman that you weren’t interested in (and Linda was pretty hot too: athletic and slim with short dark hair and a mischievous smile). But Linda said Tim was just her flatmate and her boyfriend was working today, but Tim was so used to seeing her naked that she didn’t worry about it, even since they’d split up. So that told me a whole lot in one go and left a whole load of questions.

Then Ha got nervous and said to Lily she wanted her clothes back from the rucksack we’d put them in. That made Lily giggle and she said she had a confession: she’d gone back home while we were cycling and had “forgotten” to bring the bag with her. Ha thought she was joking but it turned out not, and even I got a bit nervous about having no clothes anywhere.

Lily said that last year Ha had played a mean trick on me to get me to cycle home naked, so this year she thought it only fair to turn the tables. Except that I didn’t have any clothes either, so it wasn’t exactly turning the tables, and neither did Ellie. Linda said it wasn’t much help but she did have some, but only a dress, and that wasn’t going to cover everyone.

Ha started to get really mad at Lily, I think because of Tim being there especially, and told her she’d just have to go home and get our things so we could leave. Lily told her not to be silly and we could just get a cab back, unless we’d rather walk. That really got to Ha who said if Lily wanted to walk she should be the one without clothes!

Well, Lily said she’d call a car, but Linda said that she thought I lived nearer their place and if went back to Ha and Lily’s I’d have to travel across town again, which was true, but if I liked I could go with them and she could lend me something. I was worried about leaving Ellie, but she said she needed her things so she’d go back with the other two, so Lily called a car and I watched Lily and the two naked girls climb into the back of a cab driven by a very bemused but also very happy man.

I was expecting Linda to get dressed but we just set off as we were: Tim in jeans and a t-shirt and me and Linda in nothing but a pair of trainers each. It wasn’t far to their place but it felt like ten miles from the number of stares we got, because by the time we left the park there was literally nobody else naked around but the two of us.

It was really exhilarating, though, and even though we took back-streets we had people call out, photos taken, and all the while I tried to ignore it all, and ignore that I was walking along nude with a work colleague and his ex-girlfriend.

Their place was pretty small and there was an awkward moment when I was left alone (and naked) with Tim as Linda went to find me something to wear. It was even worse than the pub as he tried not to stare at my chest, but I guess if this had happened without the pub first then I’d be in much bigger trouble.

When Linda returned she was still naked and I tried on a nice little summer dress, which was a bit tight but the right length, and I felt both better about being covered but also missed being naked. But then Linda surprised both me and Tim by saying they were going to get a takeaway and did I want to join them. I mumbled because it didn’t seem right, but she knew I was just looking for an excuse and said she’d really like me to stay because Tim really looked up to me!

So I stayed and, more unusually, Linda stayed naked the whole time! We ordered Thai, and she went to the door to pick it up, with the delivery driver’s chin on the floor, and we talked and they opened another bottle of wine which got me through it. It was altogether a surreal experience.

I think it was nearly nine by the time I left and now I’m wondering if it was such a good idea. But on the other hand Tim can’t think I’m weird after all of that, because hanging around with a naked flatmate who’s in a relationship is definitely out there.

The meeting went well and I’ve got the go-ahead to set up UK companies underneath the Belarusian holding company. It all feels like proper business and I’m having to learn all kinds of things about international tax laws! Which is exactly what I want to do.

I was buzzing afterwards and there was a lot to do so I didn’t leave the office until after 7pm, which is not exactly the party life for someone my age!

But: naked bike ride tomorrow!