I confess that I love being seen n***. I am male, approaching late middle age and I have always felt comfortable in my own skin as it were.

I remember as a youngster I was very confident with changing into and out of swimming trunks and letting those around me have a look at my young n*** body if they chose. This continued until I was approaching my teenage years. And I never felt uncomfortable in the slightest. Far from it. I would often stay n*** for some time on the beach. If my family went on holiday with friends then their children (my friends) of a similar age to me would painstakingly change into and out of swimwear underneath strategically placed towels clasped tightly to cover any potential embarrassment.

By contrast and much to the amazement of both my friends and their accompanying parents I would strip off – even in front of girls who would openly look and giggle amongst themselves. None of this ever bothered me. And in some ways I enjoyed both the attention of those around me and especially the sensation of the warm sun on my body.

My reason for sharing some context is to help in understanding my first recollection of being forcibly stripped and how this started to shape a kink that continued to evolve in future years.

I recall that at the age of 9 I was playing with my brother and his friend in the garden. Both were 2 years younger than I and so I possessed a certain physical advantage when against one of them on their own but this was turned in their favour when they united as my opponents. We played a game of chase, which was very innocent and in line with many such games we had played in the past.

This all changed when I was captured by the two of them and restrained by one sitting on my shoulders and the other on my legs. From nowhere. my brother’s friend shouted. “Let’s strip him!”. My immediate reaction was that they were of course joking. I was soon proven very wrong as my t-shirt was lifted above my head and removed from my body, My shorts followed. So I was lying out on the grass in just my underwear and still held in place by my 2 captives. And this is where I anticipated that their fun at my expense would stop. But, not for the first time, my belief in the goodness of human nature was misplaced as my underwear was ripped from my body leaving me stark naked.

And as I lay there I could look up at the window of my elderly neighbour Mrs Black. She and I did not get on as we endured an ongoing feud about her refusal to return my football to me on the not infrequent occasions when our enthusiasm would send it into her garden. And now Mrs Black was standing in her bedroom window with a perfect view of me naked and defeated. She stood smiling and smirking at my predicament. No doubt she felt that this would dent my confidence in our future negotiations and leave her with the upper hand.

After what seemed an age but probably was no more than half a minute, I was allowed to my feet, as my brother and his friend were still creasing with laughter at their clever victory. They knew I would have revenge but today belonged to them. Mrs Black was still observing and seemed to be enjoying herself more than anyone else. as I stood there letting her look at my body.

And that is where this particular story should end: with me humiliated and having learned the valuable lesson that being stripped against my will did not necessarily leave me with the same positive experience as stripping on my terms. At least not at that point in my life.

But of course that is not where this story ends. And that will keep for another day…