Dressing Down is nothing more than a barrier that resides in our mind rather than the clothes, A true slave or a property can never own luxuries like clothes, they shouldnt deserve them, since clothes are the luxuries meant for their owners and thinking of having one around is a grivieous shame and attempt of equalling your owner. Your owner should own you the way you come to the world or the way he likes, it is the first ad foremost duty of a slave to present himself to his owner naked, which also passes the message that we have nothing to hide and our entire being is at his will and command. Once you are able to break this barrier you can really understand the true worth of a slave.
'Strip down' it is too simple to hear but so much difficult to obey for slaves who are yet to understand to the true meaning of their role. It can be real difficult a situation and a very hard and long decision to make. But once you have the courage to take that step you are actually ready for almost anything beyond. Looking back at it this is actually one of the ultimate humiliations, with an unknown person sitting in front of you, fully clothed, and scrutinizing your naked body, each and every part of it minutely.
I can still remember my first experience in dressing down on command, this was back in 2006 and with Master S. Both of us were new to this then and were expectedly very nervous. But being a master I think he enjoyed an unusual comfort and freedom unlike me. It was a whole night session in his empty appartment, and I was excited yet scared on my first session. The order came not later than I expected, I was standing up, hands behind my head, legs apart in a position for master to examine, when master ordered me to take off my clothes and resume position. As I was refering I had to go throught the same painstaking process of answering myself - "Do I really need this?"
Thank god the answer was yes, or else I wouldnt have discovered the true role of mine. I couldnt look at master as I removed my clothes one by one - the shirt, the trouser, the vest, and with each of those went lost my modesty and pride in all but my master, to whom I truly learn to respect and devote myself. As more I gave away the signs of modern civilisation more I came closer to master and his desires before finally I was asked to stop while I was only in my underpants. As master moved arouned me carefully analyzing my body, I felt as if thousand hands are touching me and feeling my flesh for their desires.Hands behind my head and legs apart once again I stood there allowing master to know his slave more intimately and more like no one else. Slowly later the underpants were taken off by master himself as my eyes shut automatically under the burden of embarasment, but at that very moment I was rejuvenated to this new fresh world of expressing myslef and being what my soul wants to be.
It was a tough decision, not only that single time but for few more days in future with other masters as well. Each time a new master brought fresh embarasment to me, but now there is no mental barriers, I can walk in voluntarily in presence of master without a single piece of thread in me. Often even I would present myself to the master without the clothes to begin with. The only mental barrier that exists today is the vanilla world, the day I will be able to break free of that and can be naked and master wants me to in anywhere in this world will be the day of rejuvenation - true rejuvenation.
Slave Babai, 05MAR10
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