Forced nudity--how far can I be made to go with being naked in public? I want to do this tonight.

I would love to serve as a public slave for a woman this Halloween. No standards. 

Available as a slave for Halloween. Last year it was taken to a hipster party in a g-string, collar and leash. This year it can be used in public as well. Anything that does not result in arrest will be expected.

Last week I cleaned a woman's apartment. She'd never had a slave before, and she treated me far too nicely. I was stripped, of course, and my cock and balls were tied with rough twine. The other end was secured to a fixture. 

It was hot inside her apartment, and I sweated like an animal. Occasionally she reviewed my progress. Otherwise, I was ignored. 

When I had finished cleaning, I smelled like bleach and sweat. She had me stand tied up for some time as she reviewed everything. Finally, she faced me. With a wooden spatula she slapped my cock once. It grew hard. She slapped it again, and I sunk to my knees. She told me to stand up. When she raised the spatula, I flinched. She waited patiently for me to return to the position, offering my hard cock. She hit me again and again, until I was shaking and unable to stand. My cock, when I got to my feet again, was bruised. She took pity, and told me to pull my cock up, so she could hit my balls until I was down on my knees again. 

Weekend slave: The contract is for 48 hours. Absolute ownership of the property.

It comes to your apartment, gives its identification and clothing, smart phone and keys. It has prepared itself as commanded. Shaved and cleaned, it is given a list of rules. It reads the rules, and is then forced to eat the paper on which they are written.

It serves without expression. It knows that there are ways it can be hurt beyond those which are mere physical punishments. When it is afraid, it is afraid both of the whip and of being cast out, naked, sans belongings or identification. When it is happy, it is because it is in a comfortable position, or allowed to rest.

The tasks it performs become a blur; something is always in its hand, or it is always on its knees, or it is bending over, serving as furniture. Occasionally, pain breaks across its skin. Once or twice, other faces are near, and it sees feet come closer, and voices talking beyond it.

When it is taken out, the lights hurt its eyes, and its genitals, bound severely by twine, remind it only of being on its knees, stripped and in its place. Its voice sounds strange, and falters, and when it is stripped again, it almost cries with relief.

At the end of the forty-eight hours, it can barely stand. It stares at the floor, unsure of what to expect, of what to answer when it is asked what it will do for the privilege of returning.