Let me start by saying that I know a lot of people, like my wife, are far less self-conscious about their bodies and walk around naked at home or in nudist resorts but for myself, being raised as I was in a devout Christian household, I was indoctrinated into believing the naked human body was something to be inherently ashamed of. As a result, even to this day I only see myself fully naked for probably a grand total of less than 10 seconds each day, just before I step into the shower. When I was a bit younger I did go to a lot of kink events and I have experienced the thrill that comes from being bound & naked in public, but those experiences were a long time ago now and brief in duration. I usually got quickly dressed as soon as I could afterwards. So I hope you can imagine that deciding to spend an entire day naked was a big deal for me. Here are some of the things I experienced/learned from my experiment in nakedness.
My very first realization was naked has no pockets! If you want to bring something somewhere, you carry it. My second realization came almost immediately after the first – we have a lot of windows!
The self-consciousness they imposed led me to think about clothing in general. Men’s choices in clothing are pretty standard. Pants, long or short and shirt again long sleeved or short, but women have lots of choices. I’m probably not going to explain the thoughts I was having on this very well; but I thought about women who wear things like tube tops, bikinis or even short sun dresses and that concerned/slightly fearful look they have as they constantly feel the need to check and adjust their clothing. I wondered how many of them are wearing such things because of men. Whether because they are trying to be alluring to men or maybe to please a male partner or whatever. Bottom line is that I felt a great deal of empathy for their constant self-awareness of how much body they might be inadvertently displaying and what might happen to them as a result. It is a very vulnerable feeling. Like when I slipped out to put a garbage bag into the trash can, I furtively looked around and then head down and blushing a bit, darted out as quickly as I could and back inside to safety.
As the day went on, I remembered watching women smooth the backs of their skirts when they sat down, because, realization #3, surfaces can be cold against naked skin! In fact, nakedness makes you very aware of temperature in general! You are much more sensitive to every little breeze and the ambient temperature in general. Normally if your cold, you just layer on some clothing. Committing to remaining naked removed that option so cold remained cold – unless you could turn up the heat.
And as Goodrock pointed out, sitting your nakedness on a surface is a bit rude in its unsanitary-ness. Fortunately for me, I rarely sit on furniture anyways. At home I mostly only sit on the floor at my wife’s feet. Still, a towel suddenly became a polite and necessary accouterment to my day.
To be fair, some things were made easier. Getting out of shower for instance. I just dried myself off and… huh. Good to go. There was less laundry this morning. 🙂 When going out to the hot tub, I didn’t need to being a robe or carry my clothes back inside and changing afterwards. When it was time to use the toilet there was no need to shift clothing and redress afterwards.
Every pass of a mirror had me self-consciously checking myself out (again I felt some empathy for the women I see do this constantly) and made me acutely aware of how very unattractive my body is… though I admit the collar looked sexy. 🙂
I’d be lying if I didn’t say it felt a little erotic at times. Even though it was a game I chose to play with myself, I had a sense of feeling very controlled. I wasn’t free to just walk outside or decide on a whim to run to the store. I was in effect caged as effectively as if there were bars on the windows and locks on every door. If I was required to live like this permanently, a lot more organization would be necessary on my part. Trips out of the house would need prior permission to dress or things like running the trash out to the curb or watering flowers would need to be scheduled for very early in the morning – like 2 or 3AM – when the neighbors were all (hopefully) well and truly asleep.
All in all, if I were someone’s true live-in 24/7 slave I know now for sure that I am much more appealing when clothed. If it were my choice, I would leave ‘naked servant-boy’ to the young and beautiful like Grant. 🙂