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DeaDia 16: Daydream
🕑 Added 2025-09-24 15:11:21 +0000 UTC“Hi everyone, I… oh…, I am going on a journey today.” Ember had to breathe, try to stay focussed. “I hope you will… follow me…” She let out a moan. Bucked her hips up. On the screen she saw her own lithe body. Heels of her feet on her desk chair, her legs opened. Giving anybody watching this clip a great view of how she used her fingers to keep herself on the edge.
Ember had awoken to find a new DeaDia challenge:
*Challenge Received: Mine!
Poor little Silvia. You looked like you were doing so well. The only tiny thing you had to do was to prevent yourself from cumming. But being the little slut that you are, you could not help yourself. I think you were sabotaging yourself. I think that the idea of being mine for the day excited you so much, you wanted to cum. So let’s play.
First, the ground rules for today:
- I choose what you wear.
- Whenever you’re asked, you will provide photographic or video proof within two minutes.
- For today, you will automatically accept all buddy requests.
To start the day off well, film yourself getting to the edge. While you’re staying on the edge, tell your followers the following:*
“And…” It was getting harder to breathe. She was so close to cumming. “Forward my links to your friends” she had to let out another moan. “Also, don’t…” her breasts heaved on the intake of breath, “forget to vote in my polls.”
She let go. She got through the ordeal, read Synth’s script. But what was that about voting? It hadn’t been in Synths rules. She navigated to her profile. She was welcomed by the last results of her challenges. Ember edging on her desk chair, Ember with a hairbrush in her pussy, Ember masturbating in the office. And a poll. Two options, Edge and Orgasm, and a timer counting down from five minutes. She clicked it and could see the results. Edge was a little ahead of Orgasm, but the count was still very close. She still was panting a little from her prevented orgasm, her fingers absentmindedly traced the form of her naked skin. How could she have been so stupid? She had actually won the challenge Synth had set for her, survived all the edges. Just to lose control herself. As if some part of her subconscious had wanted this punishment, wanted this horny challenge. And now her day was Synth’s. There was no doubt in her mind that her faceless tormentor would push her even further into depravity. She could only hope that if she complied with whatever Synth had thought up for her, she could maybe prevent harsher punishments.
The timer counted down, orgasm and edge exchanging their position multiple times. As the timer reached zero, fifty-two percent of the voters had chosen Orgasm.
“Your buddies have chosen immediate gratification. Start filming. You have two minutes to cum.”
Her hands dropped down to her pussy. She didn’t know if this was what she wanted, or if the edge option would have been better. At least now she could get rid of her frustration. Just before her fingers entered her pussy, she remembered that she was supposed to film. Quickly she clicked on the webcam button on her laptop. Immediately the screen was filled with her own lewd view. Her legs spread wide, her tiny tits moving up and down on her panting breath. Her fingers spreading open her glistening wet pink pussy lips. The view was erotic and humiliating at the same time. On the big screen she could see how her lips parted for her fingers. How they became slick with her juice. She could see how her clit moved to her ministrations. She could see the sweat and goose flesh form on her tits. She could almost be clinical about it. Could. If it wasn’t so fucking pleasurable too. She had only had to do one edge so far today. Compared to the previous days of her torture, she shouldn’t be this worked up. But right now she had an opportunity to cum. Who knew how many more she would get today. She would be helpless against Synths orders. If they decided this was her last orgasm and they would make her edge the day away, at least she would have this one. Her mind raced. Apprehension mixed with excitement of a full day of being in Synth’s power. She felt the orgasm start in her extremities, her toes, her hair, her nipples. Let it wash over her. On the screen her fingers were a blur. She forced her legs apart. She wanted to see what it looked like if she came. Wanted her buddies to see. One last push and her legs started quivering. The screen showed how her pussy contracted around her fingers. Her moans and pants echoed through the room.
“Now that has to be a good start of your day. But the day has only just begun. Are you ready for the rest?”
…
Ember knew people weren’t paying attention to her. Why would they? But part of her was sure they knew. She could just feel their eyes on her tits. Could imagine them waiting for a breeze to lift up her skirt. Synth had been clear, they would decide what she would wear today. And after twenty minutes of Ember picking clothes from her closet, trying them on and sending photographs to her tormentor, Synth had finally found some clothes they approved of. And so Ember now walked around wearing much fewer clothes than she would have chosen herself. Her tight yellow shirt left her belly button uncovered. Not that it covered much anyway. A v-neck ended at her sternum and the shirt barely covered her shoulders. And of course Synth had forbidden her from wearing a bra. Anyone paying a modicum of attention could see her nipples poke through the shirt. The yellow shirt was contrasted by a black skirt that she once bought as part of a Halloween costume. That Halloween, she had decided not to wear it, but it still had ended up in her closet and as soon as she pulled it out, Synth had made her wear it. The pleated skirt came to halfway up her thighs. She couldn’t even bend over out of fear of showing off her ass. The people behind her would get quite an eyeful. Not that she was naked under the shirt, Synth had been so gallant as to let her wear some underwear. It was just that the lacy white g-string wouldn’t really cover anything. Not her ass, and her wet pussy would probably shine through. Synth had been so nice to remind her that even though they were in charge of Ember’s day, the rule on edging before going out still stood. So not only was Ember very nervous because of her outfit, the nervousness was mixed with horniness caused by another frustratingly prevented orgasm. Her costume, because that was the only way she could think of it, as a costume, was completed with knee height white socks and black heels. As if Synth wanted to dress her up as a porn star school girl. She probably wasn’t very far from the truth at that thought. Synth had plans and so far it had been better to just cooperate.
Her orders had been clear, ‘get dressed and go into the city.’ Now she was here, she wasn’t sure what to do. She wanted to hide. Maybe she could go into a book store. Hide between the shelves while she pretended to browse interesting books. That sounded like a plan. Book stores were usually pretty empty. And she knew just the one. The second floor of this store was filled with rows and rows of shelves filled with second-hand books and nobody ever took the effort to walk up two sets of stairs. Stairs. Shit. If she went up, she would show her ass to whoever was following her. On the other hand, here on the street an errant breeze could expose her. The stairs of the bookshop were surely worth the risk. Just as she was about to make her way over to the store, she received a message.
“Surely by now you must have got to the city. That calls for a treat. Find a coffee shop with an outdoors terrace and order something for yourself. Make sure to sit on the terrace facing the street and spread your legs. I want proof, of course.”
And there it was, her first real challenge. It didn’t seem too bad. She looked around, not sure what would be best. Should she sit down on a busy terrace and hope that she didn’t grab too much attention, or maybe sit on a nearly empty one? Finally she decided on a coffee shop that she hadn’t visited before. The terrace was quite deep and she saw multiple empty tables on the edge farthest from the street. Nervously, she sat down. She felt the bite of the cold metal chair on her exposed thighs. She ordered a cappuccino and a piece of carrot cake. As soon as the waitress was back, she would open her legs and take the picture for Synth. They hadn’t mentioned how long she should keep her legs apart, so after the picture, she could surely close them again.
“I like your top.” The waitress was back with Ember’s beverage and cake. Ember felt her face get red, even though she wasn’t caught yet. The waitress had no way of knowing what Ember was planning, so why did she feel so suspicious?
“Thanks,” Ember answered.
“Where did you get it, if I may ask?”
“I don’t know. I’ve had it for a long time.”
“Too bad. Looks cute on you though.”
Ember smiled. What else could she do? This was just meaningless small talk anyway, the waitress was just looking to increase her tip.
As soon as the waitress left, Ember grabbed her phone. The first picture was easy, it was just like an Instagram photo. She arranged her drink and the quite delicious looking carrot cake and took a picture. She made sure that it also showed the street, to prove to Synth that she was actually following her orders. The second one was a little harder. She looked around to see if anybody was paying attention to her, but the closest other visitor was three tables away and the waitress had disappeared inside the café. She opened her legs and lowered her phone beneath the table. Shit, now she couldn’t see what she was recording. She moved her chair back. The metal legs scraped over the pavement. She saw the guy to the left of her look up from his phone for half a second, before being engrossed in whatever he was looking at again. She opened her legs anew, looked at the screen of her phone. The black pleated skirt had hiked up her thighs. Underneath it, a white g-string barely covering her privates. She almost jumped up at the loud sound of the shutter. A quick glance around showed that she was the only one that had heard the sound. She pulled her chair back to the table and submitted her new photo’s. No doubt that these too would wind up on her profile page.
“Well done. See, as long as you listen to me, I have no need to make your life any more difficult than it needs to be. Actually, I think you have earned another reward. So, keep your legs spread, and while you’re enjoying your coffee and cake, I have some more pleasurable tasks for you. I know you like attention. Why else would you be posting your naked body to the internet for everyone else to see? Why else would you be so ready to edge and cum on request? But I also know that you’re still too shy. So we are going to work on that. So, for the first person who notices you sitting at your table, you will smile at them. And afterwards, feel free to ignore them. The second person noticing you is more fun. For that person, pinch your nipples. And starting at the third, it’ll become even better. When the third person notices you, stroke your pussy over your underwear. As soon as you’ve stroked your pussy for five different people, you’re allowed to leave. I wonder how wet of a mess a closeted slut like you will be at the end. Have fun!”
She should have known there would be a second part. With Synth, there was always more to the challenges. Showing her body off on the internet was one thing, but allowing people a view up her skirt in real life was a totally different level. On the one hand, she wanted to close her legs, delete the app and be done with it. Screw the consequences. On the other hand, it also was a little exciting. She’d never used her body like this, never looked for any kind of attention. And was there any risk in this? She could just stand up and walk away.
Nervously, she opened her legs again. Back here, she didn’t expect to catch much attention. She was pretty well hidden, even though the terrace was quite empty. Apart from the guy a few tables over, a few others were occupied. A table with three women talking animatedly with each other would pay no attention to her. A little further down, a man was reading a paper and on the other side of the terrace a young couple were enjoying the late morning sun. Ember was quite sure none of them would pay her any attention. Especially as she was sitting close to her table, only people walking on the street could see under her skirt and see the white of her g-string. She had no idea what to do. If she was posting this to DeaDia, she would have already taken a picture and sent it in, and then she could do other things while she was waiting for people to react. Here, she was depending on luck of people noticing her before she could do her challenge. She took a sip of coffee. Broke off a piece of the cake with her fork. All the while she was watching the street. On the one hand, she was mortified. On the other hand, she was almost willing people to notice her. Anything to get this over with. As if the universe heard her, she saw a woman stop in front of the café. She had red hair, and was wearing a professional skirt and shirt. She looked to be about mid thirties. She caught Embers eyes and cocked an eyebrow. Ember felt herself getting red. She smiled at the woman and then quickly took her phone to hide her face. A quick glance. The woman had moved on. Ember felt her heart race in her chest. What if the woman had come over and talked to her? Ember didn’t dare think about it. Ember kept her face in her phone. Scrolling but not seeing anything. Instead, she was keeping an eye on the street in front of the café. Five long minutes passed, then she saw a guy with a skateboard under his arm do a double take as he passed the café. He was clearly taking another look under Ember’s skirt. Ember slid a hand up her shirt, found her nipple and clamped down. Her face still lowered over her phone while her eyes followed the skater. Her other nipple got the same treatment. Both nubs stood hard in her shirt, poking through the fabric. Ember still thought of herself as a good and proper girl - even though she shared naked pictures on the internet - but playing with herself like this started to excite her. She thought back to the look of happy surprise on the skater’s face as he could look up her skirt. Would he think of her and play with himself tonight? The thought got her more excited than she would admit to herself.
For the next ten minutes, she couldn’t catch anyone looking up her skirt. Either they were very sneaky, or she was too hard to see. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was actually looking forward to the attention. A few more minutes passed, her coffee was almost empty and there was only a tiny bite of her cake left. If she really had to wait so long between people noticing her, she would be sitting here for the next two hours. She didn’t dare sitting closer to the street, but maybe if she moved her chair back a little, more light would catch her legs and her skirt wouldn’t be hidden in the shadow under the table any more. Once again, her chair scraped over the pavement as she slid it back. She looked around the terrace, nobody had noticed her. A few people had left and new people had taken their places, only the guy with the newspaper was left of the people originally at the café. As by coincidence, there was now a row of empty seats between her and the street, anyone who would pay attention could see her. Once again she opened her legs. She draped her skirt so it still covered her panties from anyone up close, but from the street, people should be able to see the white of her g-string. As an additional extra she pinched her nipples, making them hard again. She had no idea why she had done that, but it felt right. It might even draw a little more attention to her. This time, she didn’t have to wait long. Within a minute, two guys walked past. She saw one glance her way, then stumble as he saw up her skirt. She suppressed a small smile, she was sure she had made the guy stumble. She saw how he elbowed his friend. The friend in turn also looked at her, she saw his eyes get bigger as he noticed her panty-clad pussy. That had to count as two. Still acting like she was engrossed in her phone, she stealthily dropped her left hand from the table to her thigh. Her middle finger found the small piece of fabric covering her pussy. It was wetter than she expected. Was she really getting this excited from exposing herself to random passers-by? She pushed her middle finger into the fabric and slid it upwards. She had to almost clamp her mouth before she let out a moan. Fuck, she was sensitive. She slid the finger back down and then back up again. Another stifled moan as she got to her clit. She never got this excited this quickly. Was it the idea of being watched that got her this wound up? In her haze of pleasure she almost missed the next onlooker taking a glance at her crotch. A blonde girl this time. Ember saw her catch a glance, then she kept walking until she was almost out of range and looked back under Ember’s skirt again. Immediately Ember’s hand went back under her skirt. Even though she wouldn’t get off from this sensation, she welcomed the teasing feeling. If she was at home, she would have slid her panties aside and would have had a finger inside her pussy by now. But for now, she had to be content with having her strokes be muffled by the thin piece of cotton. She felt herself get red. Felt her breathing increase. Two more to go.
As quick as the first three glances happened, she was a little disappointed that she couldn’t keep stroking herself. For the next few minutes, people were minding their own business, instead of glancing at her pussy. Then a guy in a green t-shirt passed by, she didn’t see if he saw her pussy, he looked like he glanced at her, but he continued walking, and Ember wasn’t sure enough that it counted. It wasn’t as clear as the previous three people. Resigned, she waited for the next one. That one came pretty soon after. A man and a woman, clearly together. She was looking at something in the window, and he was bored and looking around. Not that bored any more when he found Ember. In the span of twenty seconds, Ember saw him glance at her at least five times, before quickly looking away again. Being noticeable by being circumspect. His partner continued, and she saw him take one last glance, committing the view beneath her skirt to memory. As soon as they were gone, Ember dropped her fingers to her pussy again. She pushed down on the wet fabric before stroking up to her clit. A small exhalation escaped from her closed mouth. As her finger dropped to her entrance, she once again scanned the street. One more to go. That’s when she saw the same guy in the green shirt again. He was kneeled down as if tying his laces. How long had he been sitting there, had he seen her stroking her pussy? He must have. A naughty thought popped into her head. He had already seen her, her finger was still on her crotch. She could give him a little show. She opened her legs a little wider, before she could get a second thought she pushed down at her string, forcing the fabric between her lips before sliding back up to her clit. As soon as her finger reached her clit she looked up at the guy, a small smile before she stroked back down. Still keeping her gaze on him, she closed her legs and stood up. Now the guy caught her glance. She winked. The guy jumped up, fell almost backwards, and didn’t know how quick he could get away. Ember actually felt better about herself. It was great having this kind of power over others. She gathered her stuff and made her way between the tables. Challenge completed.
As she passed by the guy still hidden in his newspaper, she heard a “Miss?” She guessed newspaper guy was in his early forties. A little grey speckled in his neat beard, and his hair also had a few stray gray hairs.
Immediately she was wary. “Yes?”
“I couldn’t help noticing your little naughty show. I’m very impressed. If you would like to show more, there is an exclusive club of other free-spirited people who would very much like you to visit. Here, let me give you a card. I would love it if you came to visit some time.” He held out a white card with a golden rose logo on it.
Ember felt her blush come up once again. The guy had been watching her, and she hadn’t even noticed it. Still, he hadn’t made a fuss or approached her. She grabbed the card from his hand and quickly walked past. She was mortified. Showing off for passersby was about as far as she dared to go. She wasn’t aware that she had also given this guy a show. Still, she was proud that he was impressed enough to hand her a card.
“How did you like that? No need to answer, I can see from your tracker that it got you excited. Took you long enough, though.” A message from Synth as soon as she stepped back on the street. “So, since it took you so long, I got a little bored and posted a new poll on your timeline for your buddies to vote on. They didn’t disappoint. You’ve got two minutes to submit your proof.”
Immediately, Ember switched to her profile. Next to a picture of coffee and cake and a picture looking up her shirt, there was a new poll. “Should I be allowed to keep my panties on?” Only a few of her buddies had voted “Yes”, the overwhelming majority had voted for her to take off her panties. Synth would have expected this outcome. She was making Ember strip right here on the street. She would be naked under her skirt. Even though her G-string didn’t really cover much, at least it gave some sense of protection. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. What if her skirt blew up? She would be exposing herself to everyone. What if she had to bend over?
“I can’t. Please don’t make me take off my panties.”
“You can’t, or you don’t want to? This was all your own doing. You accepted the wager, you accepted the consequences. Now strip. I expect a picture soon.”
“But I’ll be exposed.”
“You were doing so well. You don’t seem to grasp that today you’re mine. I can make you fail challenges. I can let you face consequences.”
Synth sounded strict. Ember really didn’t want to lose the last bit of fabric between her pussy and the fresh air. She had to try one more time. “Please, think of something else and I’ll do it.”
“Do you really want to disregard your buddies like this? I’m getting tired of your pleading. While you’re getting undressed, your buddies will be voting on a new poll. Better make it quick.”
A new poll appeared: “Should I also get rid of my shirt?” As Ember watched, the first “Yes”-votes started dribbling in. She had no other option, she would have to get rid of her panties. She dived into the first store she passed. Walked through to the fitting rooms and quickly closed the curtains. She didn’t know how long she had. She even didn’t know if Synth would withdraw the poll. She hoped they would, but Synth hadn’t mentioned it. Quickly she pulled her wet g-string down over her knee-high socks and her heels. She fumbled with her phone. Sat on the small bench and opened her legs. The pink of her lips was clearly visible beneath the black of her skirt. The sound of the shutter accompanied another picture.
“There, I did it. Please remove the other poll.”
“I can see you are not ready yet. I will remove it. I am not happy with your behaviour though. I expect you to follow my orders promptly and without discussion. Let this count as your first warning.”
New rule received: You are forbidden from wearing underwear.
Rules count as permanent challenges. Accepting a rule uses up one of your challenge slots. Only accept rules as long as you are sure that you can complete them.*
“Oh, by the way, the app wouldn’t let me remove the poll, so I amended it.”
Ember switched back to her profile screen. Next to the picture of her naked pussy, the poll had been changed. “Should I also post today’s adventures to my PornHub profile?” It had closed on an overwhelming “Yes”.
“No need to get undressed any further for now.”
Ember grimaced as she typed. “Thank you.” At least this was better than going topless, even if she had just got rid of her panties. Maybe she was imagining it, but she felt like she could feel every small breeze played over her lips. She was very aware of how naked she actually was.
“With that little intermezzo done. Let’s step things up a bit. Ready for your next assignment?”
