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30 Buttons (26 March 2008)

I proposed my idea to her. She knew how much I loved to see her exhibit herself. I had spent so much time preparing this fantasy date. We discussed the limits and rules to our game in detail. Making sure that there was no misunderstanding of what I wanted her to do, and what she wasn't willing to do.

I know that to do this spontaneously would be much more exciting, but what I had in mind simply couldn't happen without planning. So today we plan our fun and tomorrow we tempt our fate. A fate that can not be planned or predicted.

Let me tell you a little about our game. I want to dress my lover in an outfit that completely covers all of her beauty. A sun-dress that reaches all the way to her ankles. It will have 30 buttons that start at her knees and go to her throat. The dress will be made of a satin material that shimmers in the light and flows over her body showing every curve and detail of what is hidden underneath.

Under her dress she will wear a shelf bra that is very close to the color of her skin, giving the appearance of nudity to any body lucky enough to catch a glimpse. Her nipples will be completely exposed in a shelf bra and will be obvious through the satin dress when she gets excited. I hope that she will stay excited for the entire game. Also a pair of thigh highs with self stay tape. They will also be natural in color, or nude as they are described by the manufacturer. And finally a pair of heels that have very hard tips on the spike that give off a loud snap with every step onto a hard surface such as tile or wood. This should draw the attention to her that I hope for. That is all she gets except for a small pair scissors.

These items were fairly easy to find, most of them available at the local mall. Of course shopping for the bra and thigh highs will have to wait for another story, this story is about what we did with them.

Now comes the part of the game that will cause her the most amount of frustration. Together we sat down and came up with 10 places that she would be willing to go with me on our date. They were places such as the theater, a specific store in the mall, a museum, a couple of sports bars, a couple of quiet restaurants, a fast food place, a garden, and one surprise location that only I would know. We wrote down all of the locations on small pieces of paper and put them in a brown paper bag. Now she had to reach into the bag and retrieve 5 of them and hand them to me. She did not know what was written on them as they were folded to keep her from seeing.

And now comes the part of the game that I love the most. The rule that will fulfill my fantasy. Every time she goes through a doorway of any kind, she owes me a button. She must take the scissors from her pocket and cut one button from the dress. It is her decision which button to cut off, but there are catches to it. She has agreed to play this game through all 5 locations that she chose, or until all her buttons are gone, whichever comes first. If we finish at the 5th location and she has any buttons left, she wins! If she loses all her buttons I win! And everybody lucky enough to see her does too.

Some rules that need to be clarified for you are that each time she gets into and out of the car, she has passed through a doorway. So technically she has lost 10 buttons before we ever go to any of the places chosen. Bathroom breaks also cost her buttons, but she can limit it to 2 buttons if she leaves the stall door open. I will have to trust her on the honor system for that. Also, she is not allowed to hold her dress together at any time. Her hands must remain at her side, or holding mine at every stop. If she needs adjusting to return to decency she must come to me and I will do it for her. This will become an increasing problem as the buttons disappear given the material slides across her skin so easily.

Date Day:

We bathed together in our garden tub. Every inch of your body cleaned and pampered. Clean shaven so the dress will flow across every part of your body. Lotions and perfumes applied and extra care given to those sensitive areas that may soon be bared to all. You are already excited and we haven't even left the house yet. You mention the possibility of having a visible wet spot on the back of your satin dress if you have to sit down in a restaurant. I suggested that you go to the bathroom before and wipe dry. You smiled that smile that lets me know that your on to my little plan to get 30 buttons. You don't plan on making any extra doorway trips if you don't have to.

We walk to garage and the game begins. I hold your door but block your way into the car. I kiss you passionately and reach around behind you to rub your ass through the dress. It reminds you of how little you are wearing under this dress. Your excitement is obvious through the front of your dress, and mine is obvious in the front of my pants. I close your door and walk around the car to get in. You have removed the button with the scissors before I get in, and are holding it in your hand as a present for me when I sit down. I put the button in the drink holder, hoping that it will be full of buttons by the end of the day.

The first location the we head to is a sports bar. It is lunch time and the crowd is not bad. As we walk in your heels attract the attention of most of the men in the bar, and a few of the women too. Your body is no different than most women in this world, but what makes you stand out today is the way you are feeling inside. The secret that you share with only me. For now anyway! The tables are raised and the they are surrounded by high back bar stools. We find a table near the back and sit down together side by side. You owe me a button! I see from the choice of button that you are going to clip every 3rd button off starting at the bottom and working up. It's a good plan, but I wonder how well you thought it through. Next you would have to do every other button and that would leave a rather large gap between buttons.

I have ordered us a both a beer, and I know that it will help calm your nerves, and get rid of your jitters, but you know that when you drink you have to pee. So you nurse the beer, determined to make it through this date with buttons and dignity left. You have lost 2 buttons so far, 1/15th of your dresses quantity. And I am determined to win them all.

We leave the bar after 2 drinks each and once in the car you give me 2 more buttons. 1 for leaving the bar and 1 for getting into the car. Your excitement is growing, and your inhibitions are diminishing. We arrive at our next destination, a fast food joint that has a great selection of desserts. We go in and while standing in line I ask for 2 buttons. You look at me like I am crazy! You whisper to me that I need to wait until we sit down. I smile and kiss you softly, then simply say "I dare you to give me the buttons you owe me right now!". You look around blushing slightly, and reach into your pocket to retrieve the scissors. You snip them off and hand them to me. You smile back at me and lip the words naughty boy! At this point I wonder if I can keep myself in check long enough to finish this date. I am so turned on watching the faces of the men who are looking at you. Half way through our ice cream you tell me that you have to pee. I was hoping for that, knowing that once you go, you will owe me at least 2 buttons. You head to the bathroom and about 15 seconds later 3 teen age girls follow you in. I know that it must be a small bathroom, 2 stalls at the most, and wonder if you would return with 2 or 4 buttons. You come back out in about 30 more seconds and sit beside me again. I hold up my hand and I can tell by the look in your face that you are frustrated. You snip off 2 buttons and hand them to me, I look at you with doubt in my eyes that you left the stall door open. You lean over and whisper that you were in the stall about to lift your dress when they came in and you walked to the mirror to wait for them to leave. Then you realized that they were watching you wondering why you were still in there, so you left without having peed at all. Now you still have to pee and you just lost 2 buttons for nothing. I can barely hold in my laughter and I know that was the last thing you wanted to do, giving me 2 buttons for nothing.

We leave the there and go back to the car, you still have to pee, but you can hold it until we get to the next place. Once in the car you snip off the 9th and 10th button of the day. You have reached the top and now have to start again at the bottom. At least if you plan to keep them even so they don't draw excessive attention. I had originally planned on taking you to the museum 3rd, but knowing that you had to pee, I wanted you to be in the most populated bathroom possible. So off to the mall we go! As we come into the parking lot, you know that you will have to give up 4 buttons for the bathroom, and I know that you can't hold it until the 4th location. I smile to myself and you know why. But the rules are set and you have agreed to play, thankful that I didn't chose the mall as the final destination.

We go in through the main entrance near the food court and again you owe me 2 buttons, for exiting the car and entering the mall. This time you don't have to be dared, you simply move over to an information sign and step up close like your reading it. But the location doesn't allow you to cut buttons from the bottom, it would be too obvious to any one around. Instead you start at the top and remove them, remembering to skip one so that the dress stays closed. We head for the public bathrooms and there is a line of women with children and shopping bags. I offer to escort you into the men's bathroom and stand guard, but you know that's out of the question with all the people standing here. I wait patiently at a table in the food court, and watch as you exit the bathroom area and head towards me. Stunning, absolutely stunning! You walk up and hand me 2 buttons! Then you start to giggle and hand me the other 2 which you had in the other hand. I smile again and off we head to that popular adult clothing store in most malls. We are here to purchase something for later tonight. It shouldn't take long, just have to find the right color and the right size, then try it on.

You know what I like when it comes to lingerie and it only takes a few minutes to find it. As you start to head for the counter, I stop you and ask why your not trying it on? Without a thought you go into a fitting room and try it on. You call me over when it's on and ask me to see if I like it. I walk over and open the door just enough to look in and tell you how beautiful you are. You lean over to get a kiss and then as you pull back I say "nice door they have on this fitting room!" A look of fear comes over your face as you realize that you owe me a button for coming in here and another to get out. You plead your case saying that it's not a real door, but I am not buying it and you know it. You push the door closed and me out at the same time telling me that I will pay so bad for this when it's your fantasy that we are fulfilling. I laughed again! The 18th button comes off when she exits that fitting room. God I am so horny!

Back in the parking lot and in the car she hands me number 19 and 20, leaving only 10 buttons and still 2 places to visit! It is still possible for you to walk away with 2 buttons at the end of the day. Two very strategically remaining buttons!

We arrive at the museum, and you have decided to give me 2 buttons from the bottom of the dress. Leaving the dress closed to the mid thigh. Every exhibit we stop at seems to draw the attention of other men who notice that if they stand beside you and pretend to look at something else they could get glimpses of flesh where the buttons where missing. It was almost as if some secret message were passed through the museum to every guy the moment we walked in. You knew what they were doing, but there wasn't anything you could do about it. It's not like you could just button back up. I know that you are excited and the attention you are getting from all these people is starting to make you wet. I sneak a feel whenever I think nobody is watching. And I am pleased to find that you are practically dripping. Those missing buttons sure make it easy to slide a few fingers in, but your not going to let me play until the outcome of this game. I am glad to see you are having fun with this game, it makes even more enjoyable.

Back in the car I get number 23 and 24 this time from the top of the dress. You only have 6 buttons left from mid thigh to just above you shelf bra. And you know that you will owe me 4 of them to get in and out of our last destination. Ha, you think to yourself, you have won, you will claim your prize and seek your revenge for almost baring you to the world. For cheating with the dressing room door. For laughing at me in the fast food joint with the teenagers. Ha, you have no idea what the last place is!

We drive off and I explain that for these last buttons that I would like them right after you pass through the door. You agree, thinking that a bar or restaurant would be easy as long as you don't have to go to the bathroom. I smile again, knowing you have forgotten what was written on those 10 papers. You turn to me and ask if the last place is the secret place? Thinking I would take you to a house of doors or something. This made me laugh again and made you nervous until I told you that it is one that you agreed on. You sigh and say thank god! But you still haven't thought it through.

As we pull into the theater parking lot you start to go through the buttons in your mind. 1 to get out of the car, 1 to get into the lobby, 1 to get into the theater room! That's 3 to get in and 3 to get out! You realize now that you have lost! That you will have to ride home with your dress completely open. That I will be the one claiming the prize. I don't have to say a word, I just step to your door and open it. You step out and cut a button from the bottom and hand it to me with a smile. You have resigned to losing and are willing to accept your fate. We enter the lobby and true to your word you remove the middle of the 5 remaining buttons. We purchase our tickets to a movie that we had both been dying to see, and headed to get a popcorn and soda to share in the movie. The girl behind the counter could tell that we were up to something and the quick looks toward my lovers state of undress were obvious. She didn't say anything too us directly, but we could tell that she knew what was going on! In the theater you hand me another button and we move to the seats in the very back next to the handicapped area. There are only 3 seats in that row, so we know we will have some privacy. Before we sit down you start to gather up your dress to your waist. I am astonished and completely unprepared for this and you quickly sit down on your bare ass then whisper that you didn't want to walk out with a giant wet spot so you had no choice but to sit bare assed. I loved the idea of you sitting in the theater for 2 hours with your bare ass on the seat! Just before the movie started I leaned over and asked if you would grab me a gummy bears from the concession. You say sure before thinking about it, then smack me hard in the arm for trying to trick you again. This gets me laughing again, and you can't help but laugh with me.

We watched the movie and you had to slap my hand away a few times, reminding me that our deal was till the end of the date. I can barely concentrate on the movie knowing that when we exit the theater you will have to walk to the parking lot with only 1 button. We walk out into the lobby after the movie and you again give me a button, this time the middle button, leaving only the button at your breasts and the button at your pussy attached. I suggest that we browse the marquee for a few minutes and let the rest of the crowd get back to their cars before we exit. She agrees and we wait for a few minutes standing close and holding hands. I am almost positive that I can smell the odor of her wetness, and wonder if there is a giant wet spot on the seat back in the theater. You tell me that you have to pee again, that the soda was too much. I tell you that it would cost you and that you would have to walk out with no buttons and no holding your dress through the lobby and the parking lot. You start to negotiate with me trying to come up with a resolution that makes you happy and fulfills my fantasy without you being so humiliated. You ask if there is anything that you can do?

There is one thing you can do that I will agree to. You ask what it is and I say that you have to use the bathroom with the stall door all the way open. You quickly agree before I can finish my terms, so I keep talking as if I didn't hear your answer. You have to use the men's room I say and you can't pull it closed no matter who comes in. And you have to use the first stall, not the last one at the end. You start to contemplate and decide that it's too much. You tell me that you want something else, that the price isn't worth getting caught. So I said, "ok" new deal, you can exchange the men's room for the ladies room in exchange for your dress after your in the car. But you still have to leave the stall door open.

Now you have a decision to make, men's room and ride with your dress open all the way home, or ladies room and ride home naked! You smile at me and without even knocking you walk into the men's room and head for the 1st stall. I walked in right behind you and stood and watched you pee in the first stall. You smiled at me and told me that I was really going to pay for this when it's your turn to act out a fantasy. I smiled too and said that I was looking forward to it. You wipe and flush then head to the sink to wash your hands like it was a normal thing to do in the men's room for you. As we get ready to walk out you hear the flush of the toilet and someone pulling up their pants in a further stall. We ran out as fast as your dress would allow laughing the whole way. There was no movement in the parking lot and the sun was starting to settle over the horizon. We stepped out into the open air and you reached for you scissors. This is where you did something that really did shocked me. You reached down and cut the bottom button off! We started walking and instantly your dress opened up from your breasts down and flowed behind you like a cape. You were exposed to anybody who might still be in the parking lot, and I am sure the people working in the theater could see your bare ass as we walked toward the car. I opened the door to the car and you shocked me again by reaching for your scissors, cutting off the last button and removing the dress completely. You kissed me right there in the parking lot wearing heels, thigh highs, and a shelf bra. To anyone from a distance you would appear to be naked. Then you giggled and got in the car. I put your dress in trunk of the car and got in for the ride home. You touched yourself the whole way home, moaning about how horny you were and how much you wanted me. You tell me when we are almost home that you would love to play this game again some day, and I reach under my seat and pull out a button popper machine that puts buttons on in about 5 seconds. We both laugh the rest of the way home. I didn't even make it out of the garage before I was as naked as you. That day she became an exhibitionist and found out that she like it! Next fantasy she will test my exhibitionism and get her revenge.

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