u/ShellyTart

I have this quite weird but intensely arousing fantasy.I arrange to meet a guy (or small group). I strip completely naked in front of them and sell every single item of clothing I’m wearing for just £1. We make it properly legal and official — I sign a simple receipt/contract stating that I have voluntarily sold all my clothes to him/them for £1. That receipt is real proof of the transaction. The moment the £1 is handed over and the receipt is signed, everything is legally his. No take-backs, no changing my mind. I am now fully exposed with nothing left.What follows is a long, intense session where they use me however they like while I stay completely naked. I’m posed, touched, teased, spanked, manhandled, made to kneel and present myself. They enjoy my body freely, and the constant reminder that I just legally sold all my clothes away makes it extra humiliating and charged. It’s exciting and degrading, but it’s not the main point of the fantasy.The real heart of it comes afterwards.I now have to buy my own clothes back at these punishing prices:Socks: £30
Shoes: £60
Bra: £120
Shirt/top: £250
Panties: £500
Skirt or trousers: £950

This isn’t about loose cash I happen to have on me. It’s about real sacrifice. Every pound I spend reclaiming my clothes is money taken away from rent, food, bills, and other necessities. I have to seriously weigh which items are worth the financial hit and which ones I’ll have to leave behind.Do I buy the skirt and top so I can at least look decent on the bus, even if it means struggling with food and bills for weeks? Do I prioritise panties and bra but walk home topless? Or do I only afford shoes and socks, accepting I’ll be on public transport with my tits and pussy exposed just to protect my rent money?The thought of standing there naked after being used, receipt proving I willingly sold everything, carefully calculating what I can actually afford to get back… then stepping outside and making my way home through UK streets or on the bus like that… it’s overwhelmingly humiliating and arousing.I love the total loss of control and the lasting real-life consequences. Once the £1 sale is done and the receipt is signed, I’m genuinely trapped.Is this too weird or extreme? Does anyone else get off on this mix of legal-style financial self-sacrifice, clothing control, and public risk humiliation?

This is my first (non-reply) post of this kind, so please forgive me if this does not read that well, just have this odd thought I.wanted to put out there.

So I am a petite f24 redhead, and I have this recurring thought about arranging to meet a stranger at his house, but with an odd stipulation. I am to go to his backyard (which is fenced in) strip naked, and then put my clothes in his garden shed, take an open padlock left there (without key) and lock the shed door. (Needn't be a shed, could be lockable bin storage, the point is I don't have access) only then am I allowed to knock on the door.

This means that if he isn't there I have to wait, or and basically he can have his way with me until he gives.my others back, if at any point I leave early I am free to do so, but have to leave stark naked.

I know it is a weird thought and not hot and heavy, but I keep thinking about it, so i thought I'd put it out there and see what people thought, so please feel free to give feedback.