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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Aroused. The name of the app was surely vague.
I found the website almost by chance, while idly browsing my usual sites and blogs looking for some unusual amusement.
It took a little while for me to realise it but that same app kept coming up every now and then. I first heard of it in a chatroom months ago but now I had tried so many different erotic chats and erotica sites, I could hardly tell if it was on this chat indeed or somewhere else. I couldn't even recall the name of the user who first told me about it.
I just remembered how he pitched the app: "an intriguing and fun way to explore your hidden desires, fantasies and limits". Sounded like something i'd like to try.
I created my account. There was a rather long privacy policy and the usual permissions I had to grant to the app to work properly. I just skipped forward giving my consent and was then presented with a profile to complete. |
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Intrigued to hear how it progress  |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I used a fake name but I didn't lie about my age or pretty much anything else. I entered my gender, selected a vague "Town" as location, then filled in the required fields about my physical appearance.
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Hair colour: light brunette.
Eyes: dark blue.
Body type: slender.
Height: 5.5.
Cup-size: 34c.
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Next I had to give a short description of my likes and dislikes, some were sexual some more generic such as "I like a challenging conversation" or "I don't like people taking me for granted".
After I completed my general profile came the naughty stuff - finally, I noted.
*Choose from the tag cloud at least 5 words that best fit you.
I quickly looked around for the first word that came to my mind, it was always the same, whenever I had to create that kind of profile, and I easily found it: exhibitionist.
The second word wasn't that easy to choose at the beginning, but if I was being honest my pick had to be: submissive.
At that point I noticed that most of the words remaining were completely unfit for me or rather maybe too hardcore. This at least was my first thought. The little game of describing myself with heavily sexual terms though was taking a toll on me and as I started perceiving a familiar tingle I picked the third word: slut.
After I entered the third word the tag cloud disappeared and a bunch of suggestions came up on the screen. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Maybe you'd like to add: filthy public whore, cum dumpster, denied pussy, slut, fucktoy, camgirl wannabe, pornstar, anal lover, exposed slut.
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Whoa, serious stuff I whispered.
Apparently I couldn't type in any word that wasn't listed, nor could I change my previous selection, so I just went with it.
I liked edging, from time to time I liked to deny myself an orgasm and sometimes I actually fantasised about not being in control of my own orgasms. So I chose "denied pussy".
The following word had to be one between public whore, camgirl wannabe and exposed slut. I didn't really think my choice would have mattered somehow, nevertheless I decided to go with the one that seemed tamer.
Camgirl wannabe it is.
The following step was describing a sexual fantasy. I didn't have to think too much about it. My scenarios varied but the main themes were always the same, so I started typing without anything specific in mind.
What came out sounded like this:
"I'd like to say Ill try anything once but I'm often held back by myself, even when something intrigues me. I come across as a shy person. I wasn't shy as a kid but growing up meant getting a lot of attention from the boys mostly because of my breasts, while the girls made fun of me. That's probably where my shyness comes from. (Ok you arent my therapist, the good bits are coming, I promise). Along with shyness in time I developed a fetish for exhibitionism (quite complicated, I know). I'm not turned on by bold exhibitionists walking naked in public smiling or opening their coats to show off. I'm turned on by revealing outfits, by the embarrassment, the shame (even the humiliation to some level) of being on show, and by not being in control. My ultimate fantasy is to be seduced (or maybe a little for*ed too) into exploring this side of me. Being made to wear revealing outfits in public, being gradually pushed towards more and more exposing situations and no way out predicaments, until what seemed impossible at first could become my new normal. And then I would be pushed to go deeper..."
She just clicked the save button without proofreading it. Just talking about that stuff was enough to turn that tingle into something more. I was getting turned on. My nipples were hard. I bit my lip as something new came up on the screen of my phone.
*Hi Niamh,* that was the fake name I had chosen *welcome to Aroused.*
After a quick loading time another message appeared. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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*Desires is a game of dares. It well help you explore your erotic fantasies and connect with like-minded people. Is there anyone from your contacts you would like to add to your friends list?*
Below the message I could scroll my phone contacts.
God, no. I she said to myself chuckling as I clicked on "Not now".
Then there was a list of suggested users, mostly males and a lot of them didn't even have a profile picture. A classic. I quickly skipped through this part.
*Everyday Desires will send you a dare. It could be a dare automatically generated by the app based on your profile settings or a user generated dare, created by a user in your friend list. You have to complete at least a dare a day to keep your account active.*
Ok, come on, let's see what you can do.
I loved the idea of being dared. Actually I loved the idea of being given instructions and as soon as I figured out how the app worked my mind had already started wondering, going places, and imagining wild scenarios. My hand had been moving softly above my shorts for a while now. I just wanted to get the night started.
*Since you don't have any user in your friend list right now the first dare will be generated by Desires. |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Mmm,…sounding good…any dares you’ve done in real life ? |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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First Dare
Level 1
Upload a profile picture.
The picture can be either of your face or of your naked torso.
Time left to complete the dare: 3 hours
I looked at the screen like I expected something else. It was pretty tame. Or well, it wasn't so tame but with a ton of pictures everywhere on the web waiting just to be used for fa*e profiles it would have been easy to fool the app, and I wanted to get to the good stuff.
Anyway I spent quite some time looking for a picture online that I likes as my profile picture. I was fantasising about posting a nude, so I picked a girl that resembled me and uploaded the picture.
The following error message showed up: *Sorry, the picture doesn't match your profile. Please upload another picture. You have 23 hours and 35 minutes to complete this dare.* |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Oh fuck, don't tell me this thing can work out the cup size out of a picture. I thought. Ok, then. Let's go with the face.
It took another 10 minutes to look for a picture online that vaguely resembled me and uploaded it. Once again though things didn't go as smoothly as I thought.
*Sorry the picture doesn't match your profile. Please click on the camera icon below and take a photo of your face or naked torso to be used as your profile picture. You have 23 hours and 22 minutes to complete this dare.*
Oh Blow me.
The upload option was gone and there was no way to go back. It either ended there or I had to take a real picture.
Her first thought of course was to quit but there was something too intriguing in that app and in the way it was somehow "forcing" her to play by the rules. She didn't have to take a nude photo anyway, a pic of her face was no big deal.
Well, except it was.
I didn't want anyone I knew to discover I was on that kind of app, let alone find out about my kinks. The face was out of question.
The next thought springing into my mind immediately reinvigorated my excitement. What if I did take a photo of my breasts. It would be the first time i'd done anything like that. Posting a nude on a somewhat public site.
There was no way to tell it was me of course, but...
I clicked on the small "Privacy Policy" link on the bottom of the screen and quickly looked for something concerning the policy about pictures uploaded by the users. Eventually, browsing the long and intricate document, I found this:
"All the pictures users upload on Desires belong to the uploader. They cannot be shared or downloaded by any other user without the owner's consent. Every user can edit picture privacy settings at any time from profile settings. Desires does not share data, including pictures, with third parties. All users privacy rights are granted as long as users do not violate terms and conditions." |
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Intriguing. Am following this one  |
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Great start. Looking forward to reading more |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Excited as I was, this reassurance was everything I needed. I quickly went back to the previous screen and clicked on the camera icon; took off my tank top and bra and took a picture of my naked breasts. I didn't even have the chance to review the photo: the next thing that popped up on screen was a colourful animation.
As I was putting my tank top back on, a new message appeared on my phone.
*Congratulations on the completion of your first dare Niamh. You have now gained the rank of #Daretaker*
I clicked on "Continue" and I was presented with my profile page. A full screen image of my breasts welcomed me along with my name and location. Then there was a recap of all mu information and some other stuff i didn't pay attention to.
I first looked for privacy settings, and set the maximum restrictions, that meant only users in my friend list could see the images I uploaded as well as my dares history. Unfortunately the profile picture's highest privacy setting was "available for all active Desires users".
Anyway I was ok with that right now and could have always deleted the profile at any time.
The next section I visited was "Dares". Here I could access my Dares History and see any ongoing dares. The page now showed a simple message:
*Congratulations Niamh, you have completed all the dares for today, check back tomorrow.*
After I came all this way I couldn't wait for tomorrow. Luckily enough I noticed a little note that said "You can change the number of daily dares from your profile settings."
I quickly found the option. I eagerly changed it to "2 dares a day" and the page reloaded. *Settings updated: the minimum number of dares you must complete to remain an active Desires user is now: 2*
As I was going back to the Dares List a notification popped up on my phone: it said *Desires - New Dare - Time left: 1 hour 54 minutes*
I clicked on the notification and a new dare showed up in my Dares List. |
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Loving it .. this is different  |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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You've unlocked a new Dare.
Level 1
Be friendly.
Add a user to your friend list. To do so you can choose from a list of suggestions that Desires created based on your profile settings or add one of the contacts from your contact list.
Time left to complete the dare: 1 hour 54 minutes.
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Boring. Ok let's do it fast and move on. I skipped at once the option to add a friend from my phone contact list and went straight to the list of suggestions. All the profiles were males, I noticed they were all quite older than me. Next to their names and ages the profile showed their ranks and tags. After a minute or so I made my pick: SubtleB, 36, Dare Master, Dominant, Smooth talker, Voyeur, Mind breaker, Sluts lover.
A chat opened from an icon and I saw my name, or well my fake name, next to my profile picture and below the message:
"Hi, my name is Niamh and I'd like to add you to my friend list. If you accept, you will be able to send me up to 2 dares a day."
As SubtleB was typing I started wondering about the differences between his profile and my own. His profile picture was something like an abstract drawing, so the profile picture requirements were different from user to user. Maybe once you entered your gender the requirements changed, it wasn't surprising that women were pushed to show off some flesh, while guys could use whatever picture they wanted.
In the meantime the message from SubtleBarrived.
Subtleb: You have a lovely profile and you surely have some assets to show, but you'll have to do better than that to get me on your friend list.
Bold, I thought scoffing, but I decided to play along.
Niamh: I'm sorry I just logged in for the first time and I don't know the etiquette. I'd be very happy to have you as my first friend here.
SubtleB: A newcomer, it is always nice to welcome someone on Desires. Better even if they are attractive as you seem to be.
SubtleB: Tell you what, I just have one request to add you to my friend list.
Namh: Hit me. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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SubtleB: Switch your number of daily dares to 3. Since I guess this is your second dare, this way I'll know I can still dare you today. You are up for another dare, right?
I thought about it for a second and went for it.
ME: Deal. I'm switching it.
SubtleB: Good. I accepted your request so once you change the number of daily dares I'll be notified and I'll send you one.
Me: Wait, can't we just chat a bit before you send the dare, so that knowing me better you could think of something that might suit me?
SubtleB: I'm good at reading people, and I think I got just the right impression from your profile.
He left the chat without further notice. A minute later a notification informed Alex she received a new dare from a user in her friend list.
Without thinking too much about the abrupt interruption of our conversation, I opened the notification.
Before the actual dare I was presented with an explanation on how users' dare worked differently from dares generated by the app.
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Congratulations, you have received your first dare from another Desires user! These dares have a higher priority on automatically generated dares. You can receive any number of dares from other users, although each day you are required to complete only the number of dares you have selected in your profile settings. You can also refuse to complete a dare given by another user, but this option comes at a cost: for every dare you reject or fail to complete you will receive a penalty, the dare you fail or reject will be tagged as failed on your dare history, and you won't be able to play that specific dare a second time.
When you complete this kind of dare your success or failure will entirely depend on the dare creator's requirements and judgement.
As you proceed with your journey on Desires you will unlock additional features for dares, perks and penalties. This way the game will always be engaging. Stay safe and have fun!
I read the tutorial and clicked on continue.
Ist Dare from SubtleB
Hi Niamh,
Your lovely profile intrigued me but I want to test your will to know if you are ready to act on your fantasies. So this is my first dare to you:
Get completely naked and sit or lay in front of a window, blinds open, lights on. Masturbate for 2 minutes, but don't cum. Face the window the whole time. You can close your eyes or turn your head if you don't have the guts to check if someone can see you. Record your performance and post the video as proof of completion.
Time left to complete the dare: 30 minutes |
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Leyla, this story is coming along nicely and I'm one of many who are watching it avidly to see how it progresses.
If your (unpaid) erotica writing career doesn't work out, I think you have a great idea for a new website (assuming such a site doesn't already exist - does it? ).
"Congratulations, you have received your first dare from another Desires user! These dares have a higher priority on automatically generated dares. You can receive any number of dares from other users, although each day you are required to complete only the number of dares you have selected in your profile settings. You can also refuse to complete a dare given by another user, but this option comes at a cost: for every dare you reject or fail to complete you will receive a penalty, the dare you fail or reject will be tagged as failed on your dare history, and you won't be able to play that specific dare a second time.
When you complete this kind of dare your success or failure will entirely depend on the dare creator's requirements and judgement.
As you proceed with your journey on Desires you will unlock additional features for dares, perks and penalties. This way the game will always be engaging. Stay safe and have fun!
I read the tutorial and clicked on continue.
Ist Dare from SubtleB
Hi Niamh,
Your lovely profile intrigued me but I want to test your will to know if you are ready to act on your fantasies. So this is my first dare to you:
Get completely naked and sit or lay in front of a window, blinds open, lights on. Masturbate for 2 minutes, but don't cum. Face the window the whole time. You can close your eyes or turn your head if you don't have the guts to check if someone can see you. Record your performance and post the video as proof of completion.
Time left to complete the dare: 30 minutes"
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The countdown started as soon asi started reading.
I was now staring at the screen biting my lower lip. A part of me was already picturing the scene. My mind was also suggesting a rapid escalation: my video posted online, passed around by dozens of men, maybe someone I knew... a tingle in my lower abdomen meant my pussy had already made the decision for me.
I didn't know what felt different about this particular night but this was the night I would have finally gone through with at least some of my fantasies. Posting a video like that for a stranger to watch wasn't surely the wildest scenario I ever imagined but it probably was the wildest thing i'd ever don3.
Rationally there was no chance the video could be actually passed around, judging by the app privacy settings. On the other hand, even if two minutes wasn't a long time, there was a chance I could have been seen from the apartment building on the other side of the road.
I opened the blinds and checked for any sign of activity. Almost any window in sight on the other side of the road was dark. My apartment was on the second floor, so anyone from the third or fourth floor of the opposite building could see through my window and inside my bedroom pretty easily. Fortunately it seemed like the right time to put on a show like that if I didn't want to have an actual and present audience.
Lilly, my roomie, was already asleep, so I just had to keep quiet and go through with it.
I placed the phone on my desk and tried a couple of different angles until I could find the right one, framing my chair and the window from the right distance. Then i quickly got up and took off tank top, shorts and underwear. For a second I just stayed there, stark naked right in front of the window, facing the street, completely exposed to anyone who cared to look in my direction.
Then I moved, I sat on the chair and started recording with my phone the longest 2 minutes of my life.
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By *k98765Couple
over a year ago
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Someone needs to invent this app! Great start xx |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The smell of coffee in the morning was sobering after a restless night.
Been out late?
Asked Lilly as she poured me a generous cup.
No, I just haven't slept too well last night.
Likly probably noticed my glances at the phone on the table, and when my hands quickly grabbed it as soon as a notification appeared on the screen, I smiled.
Is there any particular reason you didn't sleep? Maybe a reason that's texting you right now?
What? No, no. I just.. God, I'm just late, I'd better get going.
Keeping a tight grip on the phone I walked to my bedroom, closed the door behind me and finally unblocked the screen.
The night before, right after I clicked on the upload button and witnessed my video popping up on my profile, I had one of the most thunderous orgasms of my life.
Briefly after that I got the notification that informed me SubtleB had viewed the proof of completion and evaluated her dare as "completed".
This automatic message was followed by a short chat message:
Subtleb: Hello Niamh, I wasn't sure you had it in you but I'm glad you completed my first dare. Another one will follow tomorrow. Just one. This way you will have the chance to uncover more features of the app through the automated dares. Mind though I always expect you to be willing to explore. In the meantime congratulations on the brilliant performance, I'm sure many others will be absolutely charmed by your beauty and eagerness in the future. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I had been tempted to answer. What I did instead was edging to sleep while watching my own video over and over again.
From the moment I woke up, I had been torturing myself with one only thought: should I take down that video?
It was only visible to one user, but what if this SubtleB that I knew nothing about - showed it to someone else? What if he lived near me?. What if somehow he could share the video online. Surely there could be ways to get around security and privacy settings.
I had been so stupid.
Sure, I couldn't see my face, I paid attention to that, but my whole body was on display. And the room could be easily recognised by someone who knew me.
My mind was quickly building tragic scenarios of my downfall when my phone chimed, I took it and almost ran to my room. My heart pounding, my first dare of the day waiting for me behind that harmless message.
*Turnons - New Dare - Time left: 16 hours*
Alex clicked on the screen and opened Turnons app. The dare she received had been automatically generated. Nevertheless she could feel her breath getting shorter, and as she read it a familiar feeling began to spring in her groin.
Youve inlocked a new dare
Level 1
Share the news.
Invite at least one contact from your contact list to Desires.
Time left to complete the dare: 16 hours
Fuck. No way. I didn't think about it for a second and clicked on "Reject Dare". I was then presented with a pop-up.
Aw, this is your first rejection Niamh.
Let's ease you into Desires' penalty mechanics.
When you reject an automated dare you will be generally provided 2 or more options and you will freely choose which one you want to complete as a penalty.
If you reject a user generated dare it will be up to the dare giver whether or not a penalty is due and if that's the case, the nature and details of the penalty. Mind though even dare givers have rules: the penalty can't force you to complete the dare you just rejected. If that's the case, immediately report the user in order for staff to intervene;
dare givers will be required to provide you with at least two options most times. Only at higher levels they will be able to provide a single option.
Since you rejected a dare, pick one of the options as penalty:
1. Increase dares level by 1
2. Increase number of daily dares by 1 |
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By *J GeminiTV/TS
over a year ago
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Intrigued to see how this plays out.
Loving it so far ,
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This is going o like a Trams Overcoat
Fantasy is coming to mind
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Great writing again Layla. Really enjoying this.
If this app doesn’t already exist it would be amazing to design it! |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Maybe moving up a few levels will make the stupid app drop the tutorial mode, I thought to myself and will get me actual dares that won't push me to add contacts or stuff like that. So I chose option 1.
Another notification was waiting to be open on top of the one I just dismissed.
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Your daily report
Hi Niamh!
This is your first Desires daily report. Here you will find a summary on where are you at on your exciting and daring exploration here.
This is where you can track the number of dares you have completed during a given day and how many dares you have to complete yet; you will be reminded of special perks, badges you can achieve, active penalties, and lots of additional info.
Here's your recap for today.
Daily Dares: Your number of daily dares is now 3
Completed Dares for the day: 0
Number of dares to complete for the day: 3
Desires Dares:
You have received 1 out of 3 automated dares. Automated dares level is now 2.
Active Penalties: 0
Overall completed dares: 3
Nothing new there but my focus was quickly drawn by a little red circle with a number 1 in it in my dares inbox. It wasn't there before and it was promptly followed by another notification:
*You have received a new dare from SubtleB.*
I could immediately feel my heart beating faster. Was it excitement or distress? I couldn't tell. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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New Dare from SubtleB
Hello Niamh,
First of all I want to renew my congratulations for your little performance yesterday. Your video, whether short, has kept me good company last night. I showed it to a couple of friends of mine, and they liked it as well.
Just a couple, they're trustworthy, don't worry. We don't want too many people to know about your escapades, do we?
About that: were you too afraid to look if someone saw you last night or did you catch some lucky guy enjoying the view?
You can answer that later, now it's time for your new dare, if you will be once again playful and willing enough to complete it.
Whatever is your schedule today, you are to spend at least 4 hours outside. There's something I'd like you to wear, and something else I'd like you to leave at home.
I want you to wear one of these items of clothing:
- a skin tight, white top,
- a sheer blouse,
- a white shirt with at least half buttons undone.
The thing you will leave behind is your bra.
Don't be too scared. You are allowed to wear something on top of that. It can be a blazer, a button-down sweater, a hoodie with a zip, or any other item of clothing you will be able to open fast enough.
As a proof of completion, first of all you will upload a pic taken right outside your door, wearing nothing on top but the white item of clothing of your choosing. And to be absolutely sure you are not wearing a bra you will upload a second picture with your breasts showing.
If you choose to wear a top pull it down or up far enough to take the picture, same with the blouse, while for the shirt you will need to unbutton it completely.
Since I want to be sure you won't try to cheat throughout the day, every now and then you will receive a notification. These notifications are called "quick proofs" or "quick dares" and they require you to post a picture or a video. In this case you will be required to post just a picture of yourself wearing your top, unless you give me a reason to doubt if you followed the rules. Wherever you are you will have 2 minutes to do so.
Mind that if your nipples are not clearly visible through the fabric I will not judge the pic as valid.
I will give you the chance to fail a flash proof just once. If you fail to upload 2 or more pictures that fit the requirements, the whole dare will be considered as failed. A gentle warning: I don't appreciate failure, and I don't know if I would be interested in keeping up this little game of ours if you turn out to be a quitter.
Time to complete the dare: 10 hours |
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Brilliant, I can't wait to find out what happens next |
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By *orthlad25Man
over a year ago
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Wow this is one of the best stories I have read!
Following! |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I read the instructions over and over again. My hand had unawarely shifted down on my crotch. The words alone had turned me on, before I could even start to picture myself in the scenario SubtleB had created for me.
I was confused by how accurately this guy pulled my strings but I needed a moment of clarity. Trying to breathe regularly I told myself I didn't have to do this. Everything could have stopped now: I would've closed my profile and the last few hours would become just a memory. A truly exciting memory.
I read the instructions again. This time my eyes lingered on the first part of the message, where he told me how my video had been shared with "a couple of friends". I whimpered, biting my lip because of how turned on and ashamed I was. It really took so little to turn me into a complete mess? I had uploaded a porn video of myself on an app! And now at least 3 strangers had seen it.
My hand started moving again between my legs. I reached inside my pants to find my pussy was getting wet.
It wasn't just that. The reason I was on the verge of tears wasn't because I was making a fool of myself and was even so stupid to like it. I was crying now because I didn't want it to end. I had been fantasising about something like that for so long, and now I had a little taste of what it could be like, the fantasy had become a need. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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When I heard the door closing behind me I took a deep breath. It was silly, probably but I felt distant from my ordinary self. Was it really me, the girl that just walked out of the apartment? Was I really about to do what my mind suggested?
I took a couple of steps forward towards the elevator. No noise was coming from other apartments on the same floor. I quickly took off h
My cardigan completely exposing my thin white halter top. Before taking the first picture I made sure my nipples were hard enough, even if both the nipples and the areolae should have been already visible through the fabric.
Before and after getting dressed I had furiously edged. I stopped right before climaxing at least 3 times. I didn't want to cum because I was sure that after the orgasm I would have chickened out. I needed the excitement to fuel my need to go on.
Furthermore the top was truly skin tight. It was a gift from Lilly that I never actually tried wearing out since it was stretchy and a size smaller than mine. In this case though it was a perfect fit.
A sheer blouse would have been too revealing as well as an unbuttoned shirt. It was already blatant I wasn't wearing a bra, and my big breasts would have been swaying around the whole time if it wasn't for the top that kept them mostly still, while providing more coverage than the other two options.
Anyway I had to use Desires' camera to upload the pictures and as I learned the night before the app didn't give you the chance to take more than one picture. So it had to be perfect. Clicking on the persistent notification that said "Desires: Dare from Subtleb in progress" the camera opened up.
I pinched my nipples a few times and took the photo. It immediately popped up as a post on my profile, right above the previous update "Niamh has accepted SubtleB's task". The top clinged to me as a second skin: the outline of my nipples was perfectly visible. |
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Come on, I thought, and raised the top up until I was almost completely topless just a few steps from my front door. I took the picture in a hurry this time, but I was still careful enough not to include my face, just a little bit of my chin and mouth.
The picture appeared right above the first one. Both had the caption "Niamh has uploaded a new picture in response to SubtleB's dare".
I quickly covered up, pressed the elevator button and tried to calm down. I noticed my breasts moving up and down as I breathed. It took me a few seconds after I entered the elevator to finally look at myself in the mirror and realise i hadn't covered up with the cardigan yet. I did so just in time, right before the doors opened on the ground level in front of an older guy waiting.
I mumbled something and walked by him.
I had to get myself together quickly, I was supposed to attend a two hour seminar that morning, and a lunch afterwards.
Five minutes after posting the pictures, as i was walking down the block to the station, my phone chimed with a notification.
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The idea of all the trouble I was going through just to complete a dare given by a stranger, the fact that I was basically sending him nudes, and that he had to approve them, was diminishing. It made me feel like a stupid and slutty teenager screaming for attention.
I climbed down the stairs to catch the train at the last second. I remained in the middle of the carriage catching my breath. My chest moving rhythmically up and down catched the eye of a couple of younger guys sitting in front of the door smiling. Playing the scene in my head I realised I must have been quite a sight, running on the platform and inside the train with my breasts bouncing unprotected by the bra.
My face was already flushed because of the run so the guys couldn't tell how embarrassed I felt. One thing was being exposed to an anonymous guy, possibly hundreds of miles away, another thing entirely was giving a live show to two smirking boys right off secondary school. I was thankful I could at least wear something over the top.
I was thankful. What was wrong with me?
Unfortunately there was no seat available, even if the carriage wasn't packed as it used to be at that time of the day. I had to stand, so I kept an arm around my chest, preventing my breasts from bouncing too much because of the train's movements. Nevertheless the boys kept their eyes on me the whole time.
Eventually I found a seat when my destination was 3 stops away. As we were approaching a station, I heard the familiar vibration of my phone. A red notification on the top of the screen, right below "Desires: Dare from SubtleB in progress", informed me there was a quick dare to complete. There was a 120 seconds timer that had already started.
My heart skipped a beat. I clicked on the notification and Desires' camera opened once again. A line at the bottom of the screen read "Upload a picture showing your top and your nipples clearly visible through the fabric".
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I am so fucking horny reading your story xx |
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If this app doesn’t exist someone needs to write it - great story |
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I wasted about 30 seconds on thinking or well, letting my mind go blank. My breathing getting faster again as I pictured what I was about to do in a crowded train. Nothing too scandalous a voice kept repeating far back in my head. It's a free country, a girl is entitled to wear whatever she likes. But showing off my clear lack of bra wasn't the thing I was the most embarrassed about.
Trying to be quick and subtle at the same time I reached inside my cardigan, finding my right nipple and gently pinched it, while shielding my move with the other arm. My eyes widened looking for someone nearby who could have noticed the scene. Sure enough nobody was paying attention to me or simply out of time, i repeated the same move for my left nipple.
Then, without thinking too much about it, I took off the cardigan. Doing so made my top stretch and my breasts push even more against the fabric. The guy next to me was deliberately watching in my direction now, even if not directly at me and another standing in front of me was looking down trying not to be too obvious. I couldn't overthink it anymore though, the time was almost up. I pointed the phone and took a picture that got uploaded automatically on my feed. A fullscreen preview of the picture stayed on for a few seconds before a message appeared on it: "Congratulations! You have completed a quick dare!". |
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Wow this is by far the best ov read on here yet... |
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The picture showed more of my face than I intended, including my lips and the tip of my nose, but the main focus was clearly my chest. My breasts and nipples were clearly outlined by the skin tight white top, and the darker skin of the areolae could somehow be distinguished.
"You got the wrong angle for that selfie, I guess." said the guy next to me smiling "or quite the right one, depending on who you sent it to."
Nosey smartass.
I would have liked to reply something like "mind your own business", or better "fuck off peeper", but i was too embarrassed to do anything but getting away from that train as fast as I could. I got the cardigan in my hand and quickly stood up. I almost hit the guy standing right in front of my seat. My breasts pushed against his chest. I didn't look up, I just said "I'm sorry" moving towards the door.
The train stopped right after I managed to squish through the rest of the passengers and finally I got out, my cardigan still in her hand. The fresh air of the station making me even more aware of how hard and unprotected my nipples were right now. |
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He finds that society tends to repress sexual impulses in order to keep a tighter grip on individuals, defining what and how they should consider appropriate when it comes to pleasure and satisfaction. And in this way keeps them part of a properly working capitalist society. Today we'll focus on how this mechanism of repression works.
Trying to focus on the topics I had to go through in the following two hours, took my mind off Desires for a while. I was standing in the middle of the classroom. It was an ordinary day but the students seemed interested and engaged for a change. It was probably due to the name her professor had chosen for the seminar: "The erotic impulse as ameans of liberation".
And it wasn't just the usual suspects who decided to take the seminar. It was a pretty big class actually. The small room was made to accommodate about twenty persons, but today the attendees were thirtytwo. A few of them grabbed some spare seats from the corridor and were now sitting behind the last row of desks. I had to offer my own desk to a couple of students who couldn't find anywhere else to stay and I promised that I would have asked professor Granger to arrange for a bigger classroom.
I was probably too modest or too naive to admit, even to myself that half the male students attending the seminar were doing it just because she was the lecturer.
Seminars in May were always crowded, full of guys trying to earn a few extra credits. Little se
I knew of how often my name came up in private conversations in the boys room or in locker rooms. Since I started covering teaching hours for professor Granger, social science classes drew more students by the week. And this seminar, the first I was allowed to do without anyone from the department nannying me, seemed to be bound for success judging by the number of show-ups at the first lesson. |
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I didn't want to build my self-esteem too much but I had to be good at this. Teaching suited me after all, it brought out the best of me: as soon as a lesson started, all of a sudden I was absolutely brilliant and charismatic, none of my shyness or indecisiveness was there anymore. Never in the world would I have imagined my popularity among students had anything to do with my looks. I missed the malice to perceive how attentive guys got when I walked by their desks, or how they followed the gentle swaying of my breasts, and the movements of my legs and butt.
That was also the kind of thinking my uprising and years of study tried to eradicate, making me focus on hard work, intellectual gratification and knowledge as the only means - and reasons - to be appreciated. Even more so in the academic circles, where the number of men in leading positions, whether lower than before, was still high. |
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At 25 I was one of the youngest graduated students of the campus, I was the youngest woman in the department and the youngest teacher. I had to be proud of all that, but I also felt the burden of living up to the expectations.
One hour into my speech on I stopped to take a few questions. After answering a request for further explanations I noticed Robbie, one of the students sitting at my desk, raising his hand.
Yes Robbie? He was one of Grangers students. I knew all of them by name since I had to attend classes and tests even when I was not directly involved.
Your phone's buzzing. There's a red notification with a timer or something. It says Des..
Fuck.
Yes Robbie, thank you. I answered getting to my desk in a hurry. How could I be so stupid to leave my phone there?
I took a quick glance at the screen. There was no way I could do anything but dismiss the notification and so I did. Immediately Desires app opened up showing a red screen that read: "You failed a quick dare! You have 0 attempts left. If you fail another quick dare you will also fail your current dare from SubtleB."
I hoped that wouldn't get SubtleB too upset.
Why? Why would my mind even shape that thought?
Sorry guys, let's get going. Anyone else has a question?
The lesson kept going for another fifteen minutes before my phone, now safely in my hands, buzzed again. It was a chat message this time.
Niamh, a first year from professor Harrisons' class, was reading an abstract". I got to the back of the class, near the door, and took another look at the message.
SubtleB: Sorry to see you stumbled already, Niamh. As I said I'll allow you to fail just this once. But let's raise the stakes a little bit, shall we?
Me: I'm sorry, I really couldn't take a picture within the time limit.
SubtleB: Well, that's what our little game is about: giving up control. If you are not ready we can always stop now. There will be no second chances though, remember.
Me: No. |
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Incredible story so far! |
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 definitely a new idea of a story |
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Brilliantly written! This should be an actual app!! |
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Glad others agree - sounds like some ladies & their fellas are up for dares?
"Someone needs to invent this app! Great start xx"
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That's all I had to say and it came from my heart, that was now pounding. Was it because I was chatting on a chat while in the midst of a class? Or was it for the fear of losing the chance of fulfilling my fantasies?
SubtleB: Good. Quick Dares will change requirements: from now on when you get a notification you will be asked to upload two pictures. The first one must show your current outfit as before, the second must show your naked breasts. You will have 3 minutes to complete the quick dare, I'm reasonable after all.
SubtleB: And Niamh, since I don't want you to try and make it easier for yourself, every time you complete a quick dare you will have to do so in a different place. Make sure I can tell the setting has changed, or I will consider it a failure.
I wanted to reply something, but S had already finished reading, and the whole class had noticed I wasn't paying too much attention. They were all staring at me.
I'm sorry. I started trying to regain my composure. Thank you what do you... - but my phone vibration interrupted my thoughts again.
"Desires: Dare from SubtleB in progress" read the first notification, and right below that: "New quick dare: 175 seconds left".
What? Now?
The way my mind and body reacted was confusing. All I was able to do was mumble for a few seconds and then finally state:
I apologise but some issue just came up. I need to sort it before we can continue. Let's get five and then we'll resume the comment on the abstract. |
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I left the class and quickly walked towards the stairs. As I was moving fast across the corridor I took a look at my phone: 100 seconds left. There was no time to reach the toilet reserved to professors and staff on the first floor so I went straight to the women's restrooms down the hall.
Luckily enough I found an open stall, entered and closed the door as girls were coming in and out.
This time without thinking too much about it I took my phone out, clicked on Desires' notification and took my cardigan off letting it fall to my waist. I snapped the first picture with my top still on, then quickly lifted my top all the way taking it off and snapped another pic. Both were automatically uploaded to my feed on Desires.
Were my nipples visible in the first picture? I hadn't checked. As soon as the photo appeared on my feed I clicked on it to see if it met SubtleB's requirements. Unsurprisingly the image wasn't too neat, I took it in a rush after all. I was still trying to distinguish my nipples through the thin fabric of the top when my attention was drawn by another detail: taking the photo in a hurry I hadn't noticed I was showing more of my face than I meant. I could clearly see everything up to my nose and just a glimpse of my light green eyes. It wasn't enough to recognise me probably but that vision made my heart lose a beat.
I had to be more careful. And that meant i wasn't supposed to stand in a stall in a public bathroom completely topless. Get dressed silly girl.
I straightened the top still balled up in my hand and put it on. My chest moved up and down as fast as my breath, which was still pretty irregular.
From the pictures it was clear I was in a public toilet, but there was nothing giving away where the toilet could be. If someone she knew somehow came across those pics would they be able to know it was her? Would they figure out the pics were taken inside a faculty building?
Oh no, stop. I knew where my mind was going, and that was not thinking straight. Nobody I knew could possibly see my profile on Desires. My privacy settings were strict, and the only recipient of me I could as well admit it - porn pictures was some random guy God knows where. I was safe but if I wanted to keep this going I had to pay attention to my own actions and set some boundaries. |
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There are some very good stories being contributed to this Forum, by ostensibly amateur writers. This story is high up among them; the writing quality is excellent, the tension bring experienced by our conflicted professional heroine is palpable.
What dastardly acts will she be 'forced' to perform for her Online Dom/Domme next, I wonder?
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Right now though I had to go back to my class and finish the seminar. Where the fuck...
My cardigan was lying on the floor. Not quite a clean and dry floor. I picked it up and looked at it. The right sleeve was a little bit damp but most of the damage was on the back: the blue fabric showed big darker stains. I was lucky since it seemed to be just dirt and water but still how could I show up like that in front of the students?
I made sure the coast was clear and exited the stall with the cardigan in my hand. My breasts, pushing against the thin white fabric, were clearly outlined by how tight the top was. I could easily notice it in the mirror as i reached the lavatories. My nipples were harder than ever, and even my areolae looked more obvious under the cold light.
Nobody was around so I just had to be fast, try to do my best to fix the cardigan, get dressed and back to class. I managed to wash off some of the dirt on the back of the cardigan using as little water as possible, and I was now holding it under the hand dryer when a voice startled her.
Professor, here you are. We were all wondering if everything was ok.
It was Sussie the blonde girl from the seminar.
Oh yes Sussie, thanks. I Alex, barely turning my head, trying to shield myself as much as I could and getting closer to the hand dryer I was about to come back but I had a little accident with my sweater. I got some dirt on it and I'm trying to clean it a little.
Well, let me see if I can help.
Before i could say anything the girl moved next to me and took the hem of the cardigan in her hands.
It's still pretty wet, maybe you should just let it dry and wear it later. It's warm outside after all.
I couldn't find the words to phrase my answer in the right way. I could swear Sussie's eyes lingered on my chest as she spoke.
No... I mumbled. I feel cold just with the top. I'll sort it out, don't worry.
Yeah, I figured maybe that kind of thing is meant to be worn under a sweater or something. Well, I'll let the others know we'll resume the seminar in a few minutes.
Thanks, Sussie.
That comment, along with that stare, left no room for doubts. Sussie had surely noticed I wasn't wearing a bra. Moreover my breasts and nipples in the well lit bathroom must have been blatantly on show. Damn you just showed off your titties to one of your students, in a public bathroom, haven't you? What if she said something? And whatever she could say she would have been probably right. Even if all I said was true, why would a professor use the students' restrooms to get changed? Unless said professor was an exhibitionist slut not thinking straight. |
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Carry on please, this is awesome |
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I genuinely formulated those exact words in my head, but instead of getting angry at myself I felt the urge to get back inside the stall and let my hands roam under my panties. I resisted. The situation, as tame as it could seem at first, was already messing with my head.
I sorted the cardigan issue and went back to my class, where I resumed the seminar. Everything went smoothly until the end of the second hour. I dismissed the class and warned the students they would have been updated on where the next lesson would take place, after I spoke to professor Granger.
I then collected my things and got out of the room myself. As I stepped outside i noticed Sussie was there, apparently waiting for me.
In that same instant my phone chimed again.
I was wondering if you had a spare minute for me, professor.
- Yes, Sussie.
I answered mechanically. My mind was elsewhere. Give me just a second, I managed to say with a feeble voice as my heart started beating faster again. I took the phone from my back pocket, the screen lit up and showed a bright red banner. Another one.
The countdown had already begun: I only had 2 minutes and 45 seconds if I wanted to keep this thing going. Or I could just ignore the notification. Ignore the last crazy hours. Ignore last night. Ignore the feelings that came up as I uploaded a video or a photo. Let go of all of it and go back to my ordinary life, to my ordinary self.
Let's talk in my office.
My office wasn't actually my own. It was a room I shared with another student, and the anteroom to the study of professor Craft, my direct supervisor. It was on the first floor, near the elevator.
It took us two minutes to reach the door. Then, as I was taking her key from the pocket, I hesitated. Could I ignore the urge that was devouring me? That I had kept under control until the night before and now had been unleashed keeping my soul awake and vigilant? Was I ready to let go of something I had just begun to experience after I had spent years just imagining it? And if the answer to all those questions was "no, God, I can't let that happen" as my heart suggested, what was I willing to risk in return?
Would you wait for me here for a minute, Sussie? - I said to the girl turning the key inside the keyhole -I need to clear up my desk from some evaluation papers and I'll let you in.
Sussie nodded quietly and took a seat next to the door.
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Brilliant story. Looking forward to seeing this evolve. |
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I entered the office and closed the door behind me. Luckily enough the place was deserted. I quickly left everything I was carrying on my desk and as my life depended on it I took my cardigan and my
top off. I was topless in my office. I hadn't even checked if I could somehow be seen from the windows. I had just the damn countdown in mind. I unblocked my phone as fast as I could, clicked on Desires notification, waited a second that felt a lot longer before the camera popped up on the screen and clicked away to shoot a photo.
As the picture was uploaded to my profile I noticed the quick dare permanent notification was still there. I opened it to discover the countdown was already over by the time the picture was taken. It just hadn't stopped when I clicked on it. The few seconds I still had by the time I reached my room were not enough.
Your picture has been successfully uploaded on your Desires profile!
I wanted to cry.
I clicked on the new notification anyway and saw a glimpse of my scared face and a blurry image of my tits, in a familiar setting. I could easily recognize the room I was in and my face was somewhat on sight, at least that was my very first thought.
Taking a better look it was clear that only a small part of my face was visible and along with the angle and the fuzziness of the picture, it was improbable that anyone could understand it was me and where the picture was taken. Not mentioning how remote was the chance that someone she knew could actually stumble across that pic. And yet they were all possibilities, remote maybe, but not impossible.
I was about to have a panic attack because of all the thoughts that crossed my mind in the last couple of minutes. I was a mess. And the message I got right in the middle of that crisis was just too much.
SubtleB: I'm sorry you failed, Niamh. I was enjoying our game but as I said I had to test you, and you couldn't keep up. I'm sure it's for the best. Don't worry you will have plenty of new chances to challenge yourself, I'm sure. B.
This time tears started falling from MY eyes. I was angry and I felt stupid, and used, and helpless. And in that state of mind I wrote back.
ME: No, please. Give me another chance. Just this time. I'm really motivated to go on, don't take this from me.
I didn't even know where that came from. MY hands were moving on their own accord when I composed the message. Maybe I was just being honest, true to MYself and that was what it felt like: no need to think about what I was writing, because it was true. Perhaps SubtleB somehow understood it. |
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SubtleN: Ok Niamh. I'm willing to try. But this time I need a token of goodwill from you. You need to go to your privacy settings and allow Desires users on your friends list to share your contents. I'm the only one on your list right now and I promise I won't abuse this power. I won't share a single pic or video. Unless you fail the next dare I'll give you. It's a matter of trust. You'll need to trust me and feel accountable for your actions and your words. You said you wanted a second chance: this is it. There won't be a third. Tell me now if you want to continue or stop.
I wasn't in the best emotional state to take that decision. I wasn't in the most appropriate situation to have that conversation. And quite honestly I wasn't in my right mind to understand any of that.
I wrote: I want to continue.
My hands weren't shaking now as I clicked on my profile settings, found the option: "Allow users to share your media". I could now choose between:
-Never allow sharing (this is your current setting)
- Allow your Desires friends to share your media with other users
- Allow any Deires registered user to share your media with other desires users
- Allow any user to share or download your media.
I took a deep breath and clicked on the second option.
All of a sudden I was shivering as I realised I was still standing half naked in the middle of the room. I took my top from the floor and put it on. Right before my new dare arrived.
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New Dare from SubtleB
I really appreciate your attitude, Niamh but we'll need more than that. We need proof you are suited and ready for this.
For your new dare you need to start a live video and for the next five minutes you are going to masturbate. You can use your fingers, a toy, another kind of tool, and do whatever you want to bring yourself to the edge of climax.
From the moment you start you are not allowed to stop until you reach the edge of climax or the 5 minutes are up.
If you manage to reach the edge during the five minutes you will stop masturbating for ten seconds and then start again, in this case you won't stop until your time is up or you reach your second edge, whichever comes last.
Wherever you are now that's where you'll shoot the video.
Your pussy must be clearly on show. Make sure your panties don't get in the way. Take them off if you're more confident it will give me a better view, but if you decide to do that you won't put them back on until I give you explicit permission to do so.
You have 2 minutes to start the live streaming.
If you fail to comply with any of the requirements of this dare I will share each and everyone of your pictures and videos with my friends here on Desires and I can assure they're quite a lot. Maybe someone you know? I don't want to do that, but I think at this point you needed a little push.
Good luck.
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This is one of the best stories I’ve ever seen… c am t wait to see where it goes |
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Awaiting news of this latest challenge |
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I had a dom who issued me similar challenges. very hot |
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Fuck Fuck Fuck.
I couldn't go through with it, right? The only rational thing to do was to chicken out. I couldn't put my job in jeopardy like that. I already took it too far, now I had to shut down the crazy part of my brain that put me in this position and let it all go.
I clicked on my profile settings again, I looked for the privacy settings, but when I tried to change them back to revoke the download/sharing authorization the option simply wasn't there anymore. I looked for it anywhere but the fact was now the most restrictive privacy setting for media sharing and downloading was "Allow your Desires friends to share your media with other Desires users".
What now? I surely had just a minute or so to follow Subtleb's directions. Was he going to do something if I failed? Was it a game anymore? Could I risk it?
The point was I didn't have time for answers. I had to make a decision.
I will never know which part of me made the choice, the horny broken part that deep down was getting off on that no way out scenario, or the scared rational part that wanted to protect my privacy.
The only thing I knew was that I was now sitting in my chair quickly taking off my panties under my skirt. I took my phone and easily found the live streaming option on. My frontal camera activated, taking me by surprise, but fortunately enough the phone was already pointing down.
I clinched it between my thighs. I was looking for a better position for it, but at the sametime I wanted this to be over as soon as possible. The image on the screen was already showing a not so clear image of my pussy. I rolled my skirt up a bit and moved the chair closer to my desk trying to block the phone between the bottom panel of the desk and my seat. I was determined to show as little as possible while still complying to SubtleB's instructions.
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My hand started moving on my left thigh and then reched my pussy. A gentle stroke was enough to sense the wetness that I already felt by the time my panties were off. In a few seconds two of my fingers were already inside my pussy. Right then after two fast knocks on the door Sussie walked in, uninvited.
I'm sorry professor, can we talk now?
My heart lost a beat.
It took a little while for me to realise that the panel of my desk was preventing me from being completely exposed, and that Sussie could hardly see anything too unusual from where she was standing. I prayed Sussie couldn't see the panties on the floor as I was trying to pull them under my feet, sweating from the effort of keeping my thighs and torso completely still while doing so.
My silence encouraged Sussie to come in. She stopped midway to pick up something from the floor: my cardigan.
Is that your sweater?
Uh? Oh, yes, thank you. It must've fallen off the chair.
My voice was hoarse. My left hand was still touching my pussy under the table. That made me focus on my predicament: my skirt was basically folded up to my waist, the phone was blocked between my thighs, my panties were still on the floor even if hidden under my feet, and... God! If I wanted to keep my adventures private I had to keep going, keep masturbating, hoping Subtleb had not already considered that pause as an unforgivable mistake.
Sussie got closer to the desk and with her free hand I pointed to the chair on the other side: sitting down the chances that the girl could actually see something were close to zero.
Come on, come on, she thought, you can do it, calm down.
My hand started to move again and to my surprise I found my pussy was even more soaked than before. My nipples had never been so hard and this thought stimulated yet another exciting and compromising image in my mind: the view I was offering to Sussie, my face flushed, my tits tightly wrapped in a thin white top, my nipples blatantly exposed without a bra to protect them. The blonde girl though seemed not to pay too much attention to any of that. She left the cardigan on the side of the table and started talking. |
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Am I the only one hoping the film of this will be made with Hayley Atwell as 'Niamh' and Alice Eve as 'Sussie'?
(of course everyone will cast their own favourites but these actors might just do it,in my dreams at least ) |
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I did my best to listen to her but the only thing I could think of was the noise my wet pussy was making as i pushed my fingers in and out, and then moved them on my labia and my clitoris. My strength focused on keeping the phone in place, my will on holding back the moans as my breath was becoming more frantic every second.
Could Sussie tell what was going on under the desk. Was my fast breathing as obvious as it was to me? Could she smell me? Jesus why all of that was turning me on more than scaring me? What was wrong with me? I wasn't even attracted to girls and yet the mere presence of Sussie in the room had heightened all he
My senses and feelings. Was it the risk of being exposed? Was it just having an audience? My fingers were moving faster now and I could feel climax approaching. I bit my lower lip while looking down for a second and then again straight at Sussie.
- So, do you think that topic would be ok? |
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Wow, this story just gets better and better |
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I honestly didn't know what she was talking about. And my mind was too blurry now to notice how the student's eyes from time to time were ogling me, trying to figure out what was wrong with me, or simply outlining my semi-exposed breasts under that flimsy top.
Yes. I almost moaned, then summoned the strength to gain some composure and added: Yes, I don't see why not.
It's decided. Thank you professor. - said Sussie smiling and getting up on her feet. Then I'll send you a draft before our next seminar lesson, so we can review it together next week.
A draft? I mumbled
Sure, of the paper you'll be reviewing. Well at least of the first chapter if that's ok.
Whatever she agreed to, it was probably too late or too complicated to back out now. And more importantly Sussie was about to leave and I didn't have any intention to stop her. So she just nodded and Sussie moved a few steps towards the door. Then she stopped for a second.
And professor, I would keep that sweater on. It's ok when it's just us girls around, but you know some of the boys here are real pigs and off she went.
I wanted to die. I also wanted to climax so bad I let out a long moan. The phone fell to the floor. I quickly retrieved it, withdrawing my soaked hand from my pussy and reaching for the phone under the desk. Trying my best to prevent my face from showing on the camera, I took a look at the streaming timer. 8 minutes, 1 viewer.
I ended the live stream and sat back on the chair as sweat was coming down my spine.
A couple of notifications made my phone vibrate, but I didn't check it yet. My eyes were lost. I was catching my breath after a long run. And a thought was starting to take shape in my head: did Sussie call me professor Marshell? |
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Wonderful... The sheer fabric dare right up my street!
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I had a lot to figure out.
Desires app was still open showing my feed. On top were two notifications I had not addressed yet:
Congratulations, you have completed SubtleB's dare. Your live streaming video is now available on your profile.*
*Darn! You failed to complete a dare. Failing dares gains you penalties. Click to discover your first penalty.*
Right below I could see my live streaming preview. The caption read:
*Niamh was streaming live. The recording will expire in 23 hours and 52 minutes.*
I clicked on play. The video started with some sudden moves of the camera and then it stabilised as I found the right position. The video showed me lifting up my skirt to expose my wet pussy. My hand crawling down to my thigh and my trembling fingers parting my lips, finding their way inside. I was moaning ever so slightly as I heard the door opening.
Can we speak now, professor?
Sussie's voice was distant. The sound was disturbed by my sudden attempt to move closer to the desk to reach with my feet for the panties on the floor. After a little while, as Sussie pulled the chair making some annoying noise, the image and sound became clear again. I saw my hand start moving again, my thighs clinching the phone as I was squirming inside.
Sussie talked. A lot. She mentioned professor Harrison, she mentioned his political science class, and of course she mentioned my name, right before leaving.
I went back a bit as silent tears were coming out of my eyes. In the video my fingers were moving faster making a feeble squishy sound. Sussie was telling me about how professor Harrison himself suggested she would go talk to me. |
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He told me to go talk to Allana Marshell of the social science department. Honestly I didn't know who you were, professor, so I decided to take your seminar, and believe me it was a mind opening experience. I'm so glad I did.
Hearing that sentence played back on my phone I let out a whimper. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was about to burst into a loud cry, goddamnit I was about to shout to the top of my lungs.
Only then I noticed my left hand had returned to my pussy as I watched the video. Not moving, just keeping contact, just enough to feel my fingers getting sticky. I was still wet. Still naked under my skirt. My panties were still on the ground. I tried my best to push that thought away but I couldn't help but notice I was still turned on. By fucking what? Being on the edge of a cliff, one step away from my life being totally ruined?
My phone flashed with another notification.
*New message from SubtleB*
My heart sank just reading the preview: "Hello Alanna". Two words were enough to make me feel like my world was crumbling down. My first instinct was to shut it all down. It didn't matter only one guy - well and a couple of his friends, according to him - had seen my pictures and videos; it didn't matter who SubtleB was or where he was: my name been linked to the "porn" - there was no other word for it. I had posted on Desires was more than enough to let my rational part take over and quit. Not to mention the fact that right now SubtleB could potentially share my stuff with anybody he wanted, provided they were on Desires. There was no doubt or discussion about it. It was too dangerous.
So I looked for a delete account option or something like that. I found it at the bottom of my profile settings: "Quit Desires". I almost clicked when doubt crawled into my head. I went back on my profile page and looked for a way to delete my posts and any kind of information.
I found out I could only edit my profile data and that was pretty much useless since it was mostly fake or too generic to make a difference. On the other hand the posts had only 4 options: like, comment, privacy settings and share. No delete option whatsoever. All my posts were available for "Desires users on my friend list". I could choose to change it to users on my friends' friend lists, all Desires users, or everyone. There was no option to make my posts somehow private, visible only to myself.
Anxiety grew inside me but I took a breath and went back to the "Quit Desires" button. I clicked it and a message came up. |
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Loving this and also enjoying your profile pics. Particularly the latest one with the killer heels xx |
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We are sorry you want to leave us! Please remember to fill in our account deactivation survey to help us improve in the future.
Before you leave make sure you remember Desires terms and conditions regarding inactive and deleted accounts.
I flagged the consent box, then hesitated. For once in my life it was probably best to read the terms. I clicked on the link and started reading, even if my heart was pounding and my head couldn't really focus on anything.
"If you fail to complete your daily tasks your account will be marked as inactive. Inactive users lose..."
That was not it. I was still searching for the details on deleting the account when a new notification popped up.
*SubtleB suggested an edit to your profile. Accept or send verification to refuse.*
What the hell did it mean?
I stopped reading and clicked on it.
SubtleB suggested an edit to your profile name. We always value our users' feedback and use it to improve Desires experience for everyone. If you do nothing your profile name will be updated to 'Slutty Alanna'. If you want to refuse the suggested modification you can verify your account and prevent other users from suggesting edits. To verify your account please upload a copy of your ID.
What? Wait what? This can't be right. This fucking app. I went back to my profile setting, to end it as soon as possible. I clicked on the Quit button. I flagged the consent and clicked on confirm. Then another warning showed up. There were 2 options.
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Option 1:
By quitting Desires I therefore give Desires Ltd. full rights to use my media and data on Desires app, and as means of promotion of said app. I acknowledge my media and information will still be available for the Desires users I allowed in my privacy settings after I deleted my account.
Option 2:
Deactivate my account for 30 days, keep all my media and information private. (Only available to Premium users).
Option 3:
Delete all my information and media. (Only available to PRO users).
No matter how many times I tapped the screen, options 2 and 3 couldn't be selected.
No.
No no no no fuck no.
Another chime. Another message from Subtleb. My head was about to explode. I wanted to cry or scream, instead I froze. Unable to think of a way out, unable to do anything else really, I clicked on the notification and SubtleB's messages appeared on the screen.
The last message in the chat was clearly a follow up to the one that had gone unanswered. |
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Subtleb: try to be prompt and ready when I write to you. I was offering my congratulations for completing the task. It's always good to get a win after you failed at something, to get back on your feet right? I know, I know probably the live streaming task has brought some unintended consequences upon you. Consider yourself lucky though, I'm not the kind of guy who will exploit your weakness to make you do something you don't want. I'll keep helping you explore your fantasies if you'll have me.
The condescending tone of the message was frustrating, but I also felt kind of disarmed, weak and angry.
Slutty Alanna: You won't push me? You just changed my username using my real name! What's that about? And you can share a video that basically fucks over any chance of me having a career.
After a short pause SubtleB resembled typing.
SubtleB: Come on, Alanna. Don't make me look like someone I'm not. You did it all on your own accord if I remember it right. You are the one who started it. You are the one who decided to continue. Maybe you've just been a little bit reckless and haven't thought of the consequences of your actions. I warned you.
I wanted this, I accepted the risks, I started it. It was true, all of it. I had no one to blame but myself.
"Please" I typed as my tears were about to start falling again "I made a mistake, if that video comes up somehow" I couldn't finish the sentence but I sent it anyway.
SubtleB: Now now Alanna, don't worry, you are still a lucky gal. You could have ended up in a much worse situation than this: I'm a reasonable man and I'm really interested in you and in your well being. I think we are at the beginning of a wonderful journey. Don't tell me you are not even a bit excited about it. Touch yourself again, tell me how your body reacts to all of this.
Once again my mind was brought back to reality. I was sitting in my office, panties on the ground, my skirt folded up, my pussy virtually on show and I was wet. There was no denying it. It was unbelievable. Was I so broken? Was I getting off on my own disgrace? It was hard to admit even to myself.
"Don't lie to me, Alanna" added SubtleB, like he could somehow sense my thoughts. And I didn't lie.
Me: I'm wet.
SubtleB: See? Look on the bright side. There's something liberating about all this. You can live out your fantasies and I have the means to give you a little push, hoping you won't chicken out. Will you, Alanna?
I wanted to write that I couldn't, that I was trying to, but I thought it would have been better to keep that to myself. I would have found a way out later. It was better to play along right now, keeping Subtleb "on my side". |
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So tense, for Alanna/Niamh...who will SubtleB turn out to be..was Sussie in on it...was it one of her dares...is it Maynooth University...where is Shergar ..oops, my mistake that was ntirely another type of Kildare based mystery, wasn't it?. |
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Me: I won't. But please can you change my screen name back?
SubtleB: I'm afraid I can't do that. As you might have figured out by now most of the changes on this app are permanent. And once I suggest an edit I can't suggest another for 24 hours. Also if a user suggests more than a single change for a specific field he has to post verification that the info he's suggesting are correct. So I guess you are stuck with your new name for now. Anyway don't worry, I don't think anyone could understand your identity by reading that nick. And I won't be showing your video to anyone, so your secret is safe with me.
"Thanks." What else could I answer?
SubtleB: Now I have to go, but I'll be in touch later. I guess that anyway you will be busy on your own since you should have still 2 dares to go for the day and a penalty from failing your first dare. I'll leave you to it.
A second after he sent the message SubtleB logged off.
Every step she took on Desires, every action, seemed to push me deeper and deeper down. Penalty? What was he talking about? I felt like I had not even begun to understand the kind of trouble I was getting myself into. Then I remembered I still had a notification on my profile, a notification mentioning a penalty.
Stop. Do not try to figure everything out at once or you will fail. First of all, calm down. |
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That day had already been an emotional roller-coaster and I couldn't take it anymore. Once I had set my mind straight I would have figured out everything about how Desires worked and would have found a way out.
I put my phone away and got up, straightening my skirt down. I reached down for my panties that were still on the floor. I was about to put them back on but getting up I noticed something was missing. I took a look at the desk, then walked around it. Where the hell was my cardigan? Is it even possible that...
Someone opened the door unannounced.
Oh good, you are here, I was looking for you.
My legs turned to jelly, a feeling I was used to when I was younger and more easily embarrassed than now. Rick had not paid too much attention to me at first, but now seeing how I stood frozen in the middle of the room he gave me a questioning look. I held tight on my panties and tried to conceal it inside my fist.
Are you ok? You look gobsmacked.
Yes. What? Sorry. It's just - I mumbled and tried a fake laugh. I was distracted.
So, you remember we have to revise your seminar plan over lunch?
What? Lunch? It was today, wasn't it?
Hello professor Marshrll, you got your matcha tea this morning? Or whatever gets you girls going lately?
Coffee. But that's not the point. Look Rick, I have a ton of work to do, I have to talk to Grainger about the seminar, and this girl Sussie from Harrsions' class asked me for a review. |
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