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16/08/2019
Intro: Heidi consents to total exposure. Read part one first!
Chapter Three - Aftermath 1
I awoke the next morning to a cocktail of emotions. The guilt and feelings of shame at the way I had behaved were made worse by the dread fear of consequences, For the next week my heart was in my throat every time I left the house. I was convinced the next person who passed would be someone who had witnessed my depraved actions in the street. At work I feared that someone would approach me and ask if I was the girl in leaked photos on the web, walking naked in the street, urinating in the park or masturbating and squirting on a coffee table. However after a week and a half had passed and none of these things had happened I began to feel safer. Maybe none of the pedestrians would cross my path again. Maybe none of the car drivers would associate the plain Jane secretary that was my secret identity, with the brazen, naked, exhibitionist that was my superhero alter ego (it reminded me of the old joke : ‘I didn’t recognise you with your clothes on!’) I began to believe that Bill had been right all along and that the events of this outrageous day would simply be a stimulus for our sex life. Something to remember and cheekily whisper about, when we were old and grey.
Two weeks to the day after the dare, the ceiling came crashing down on my cosy world.
It was of course Thursday and another day off for Bill and myself (the small tech firm we both work for would have you believe it’s ‘work from home day’ but believe me it isn’t!)
We had finished breakfast and were sitting together at the living room table, when Bill turned to me and said “It’s time to write up your dare challenge for the Blog. Heidi” I said I didn’t feel ready, but Bill said it had been two weeks. The reason we had started this journey was the excitement we had had reading others’ experiences. Now it was time to document ours. Bill said I had until the end of the day to write my account, and it was to be 100% honest. I was not to leave anything out and I was to try my hardest to describe my feelings and emotions through each stage of the dare. “What about names”? I asked. Surely I could use pseudonyms? (this is, I believe, standard practice on amateur porn blogs) Bill replied that of course I should use fake names for him (hint - he’s not called Bill!) and for any of the witnesses that I mentioned. I, however, was to use my real name and remain Heidi! I thought this desperately unfair, but reasoned that there must be millions of Heidis in the world, so as long as nothing else in the story identified me I could post it online and still remain anonymous.
Suddenly I remembered the photos and videos. It seemed that until now, all the witnesses had been kind to me and had not leaked anything on the ‘net’ (not that I had been actively searching) I realised that Bill would definitely want to attach images to my post. It was a big part of the appeal of the stories, yet usually the pictures were taken with face not shown or otherwise blurred or blacked out. Occasionally a few hardy souls posted pictures in which their wives’ faces could be clearly seen, but the poses were usually innocuous, a bit of side-boob, a nipple slip, a part flash of an ass cheek. The other type of full face poser were the ‘swinging types’ with their ludicrous web handles ‘lust bucket’ ‘cum master 69’ etc and their jaded and somewhat desperate email appeals for ‘like minded couples into dirty fun’ No, generally real names and real faces were not posted. Still I had to ask. “Bill, I guess we’re gonna attach some pics?” Bill smiled “Trust me I’m a professional” His job at the tech firm was Video and Picture Editor while mine was Secretary (not his) in fact we had met at a different office of the same company four and a half years ago, and started dating, which was why we were together now. “You worry about your report, and leave the visuals to me!“
So I spent the day writing my report, trying not to worry about the pictures, after all if anyone can edit my face out of a picture, it’s a Picture Editor, right?
Retelling the events of two weeks ago meant reliving them in my mind which brought my whirling vortex of emotions back to the surface. I had to stop frequently : a few times to have a good cry, once to jump on Bill and command him to make love to me, and most often to throw myself on the bed and urgently masturbate. I just hoped that Holly and Meg were at work, as not only was I worried about them hearing my orgasms, I knew they would now be able to picture me, having witnessed it first hand.
Finally, early evening I had finished and took my laptop into the den, where Bill sat at his PC. He took his time reading, while I squirmed red-faced and desperate for approval. At last, after running a few words through the spellchecker, and suggesting some tightening of my more awkward phrases, he turned to face me, and smiling said “I think it’s great. You have been honest and really got across how you felt. The only objection I have is that I come across as a bit of a cold Dominant!
This is far from the real Bill. In almost every area of our lives I am the one who wears the pants, except our sex life, in which Bill wears the pants and I wear nothing at all!
“Right” said Bill “Ready for my contribution?” I nodded and watched as he ejected the USB from his PC and inserted it into my laptop. He opened the file directory and I could see the first folder was titled
‘Heidi’s Dare Challenge Pictures’ He pushed the laptop towards me and told me to click the mouse to open the first picture.
The first picture was a complete surprise, as I did not even remember it being taken.
I was fully clothed, standing roughly in the spot where I would later undress. I was wearing the same t shirt and shorts from that day, and I could see now that it had been taken on that morning, just after we had moved the furniture to accommodate our expected guests. I was facing the camera, and the image was clear and sharp. There would be no mistaking who it was to anyone who knew me, My face showed a strange mix of shyness and apprehension. This was exactly how I was feeling now! I thought to my self “well I’m clothed, but my face would have to be blurred if it was going to be posted with a series of saucier ones!” I clicked and the second picture came into view. This one I also didn’t realise had been taken. I was standing facing our front door from inside the apartment with my hand on the lock, obviously about to open the door. I was completely and utterly, stark naked. As I was facing the door, the focus in this shot was not my expression, but my bare, white ass. Although you would not be able to identify me from this picture, following the previous one as it did, you could clearly see by my hair that it was the same person.
I was not getting a good feeling about my chances of remaining anonymous after just two pictures. I hoped to myself that Bill was going to ask me which ones we should post and then blur them for me.
I continued with the rest of the slide show and saw that it had been very well put together and clearly showed my progress starting with the first outdoor shot of me stretching against the tree, the shot in which I did indeed look like a figurine, like I should be an ornament on a car hood or a carving on the prow of a ship. Each picture captured my nakedness against the landscape. Bill had used the memory cards from all the witnesses so my nudity was covered from all angles. Many if not most of the pictures showed my face. They showed my breasts, They showed my pubic hair. They showed my ass. They showed all of me! I was the focus of every picture. No one else was shown: not Bill nor the witnesses, not the pedestrians nor the drivers (there were shots of the cars but none of the drivers were visible. It was as though I existed in an empty, naked world of my own.
So far I had seen the walking shots and the arrival at the lake. I knew the worst was to come, but I was still shocked when I got to the shots of me peeing. They were more explicit than I could have imagined. My face was visible in these, but the focal point this time was the folds of my pink, wet, gaping vagina, and in the main shot the arc of golden fluid shooting from between my legs in what I earlier compared to being a human fountain. Even if my face was to be obscured in these, I didn’t think I could bear the thought of anybody with access to the internet being able to see me in such a primal state.
After this display, it was back to the comparative tameness of my naked walk around the lake (the meeting with Holly and Meg was edited so that they did not appear, and only my shocked reaction to meeting them was shown) Next the walk home (again the builders on the roof were not shown) Finally the most graphic and embarrassing shots of my public masturbation and squirting. These ones were definitely not going to be posted! I’m not even sure the Dare Blog allowed that level of explicitness!
Worryingly Bill’s sequence did not end naturally as it should have, with me lying spent on the table. There were two additional pictures : the first I genuinely have no idea when it was taken. It was a close up full face portrait of just my head. When viewed on the screen it was actually life size and was like looking into a mirror. The second image had been blown up to match the size of the facial portrait while still remaining sharp and clear. It was a close up, full colour, picture of my vagina. Obviously taken just after I had finished masturbating, the effect of the two images together was shocking. It resembled a more obscene version of the clothed/unclothed juxtaposition of the very first two pictures in the sequence. Public/Private, Hidden/Revealed, Face/Vagina, it was all the same.
I turned to Bill , and praying for the answer I wanted to hear, asked “Which pictures are we going to post?” “Heidi, you are going to post them all. This is your dare challenge. No covering up! No hiding! Total exposure!”
I lost it. I began to cry. My eyes streamed. Snot ran from my nose. “Pl.. please Bill don’t make me do this. Anyone will be able to see me. Anyone who knows me will recognise me. My life will be ruined. You can’t want me to do this!”
It took five minutes for him to reply while I continued to wail and sob.
“I do want you to do this, and Heidi, you want to do this too. If you look within your submissive soul you will see that this is the loss of control you crave”
And he was right. I did want this. That which was making me howl in anguish, was making my heart thump, my pussy swell and flood with lubrication and my nipples strain against my bra.
It took a further fifteen minutes before I was calm enough to ask “ok what do I do?”
“Good girl! You have four stages left.
Chapter Four - The Posting
Stage one.
Bill dragged and dropped my report file into the folder directory with the pictures. He pointed to the other files beneath the picture one and explained that I would also be posting edited video of the walk, the peeing in the woods, and the masturbation at home. He had wanted to upload the full raw GoPro footage but said that as it showed other people it would not be fair on them. “Not fair on them?” I thought, “At least they had their fucking clothes on!”
Bill opened the Blog on the laptop and told me to read the legal waiver and click accept. I admit that after the first two pages, I skim read, but the gist of it was that : I ‘the model’ agreed that I was over eighteen, and that while the copyright holder (Bill) retained his rights to the photos, I granted the website permission to publish and distribute them in any way they saw fit. I had the right to withdraw my consent and ask for the images to be taken down at any time, but I agreed that the Blog had no responsibility over any repostings by third parties. Basically, if they spread over the web, I would have to chase each individual website to have them removed, and would have no control over anyone reposting them over and over again, even on websites that had already taken them down. Basically I was screwed!
Before I could give myself a chance to back out, I scrolled to the bottom, ticked ‘I accept’ and hit enter.
My hands dropped to my lap. I was unable to speak. I looked at Bill, expectant, fearing the next step.
Stage Two
“Go fetch your driver’s permit Heidi!” “Sorry, what?” I didn’t understand. “Go to your purse and fetch your driver’s licence, Heidi”
I stood and numbly went to get it. I was so confused I couldn’t find my purse at first. After searching the living room, I found it in the kitchen tucked under the table on the folding chair. I snatched my licence from it and stumbled back to the den. Suddenly a thought came to me and with it, a wave of relief. My licence must be needed as a proof of age thing. I seemed to remember something about porn sites having to store models’ IDs to ensure they weren’t under age. I must have missed the request to upload it when I skimmed through the legal waiver. I handed it to Bill, watched as he scanned it, and a few seconds later an enlarged copy of my Photo ID appeared on the laptop screen. I still had to check, just to reassure myself : “This is just for site admin, right?” Just an age check thing, yeah?”
Bill didn’t even look up. “No Heidi. It’s going in the photo sequence, look!” He clicked the mouse, backed the slide show up by four frames, hit play and nodded towards the screen.
The last four images in the sequence were, in order :
1. Me lying completely naked and drenched in sweat after just cumming for everyone.
2. The full face head shot of me shyly smiling at the camera.
3. The grotesquely over sized close up of my vagina.
4. My driver’s permit, containing my full name, photo, and personal information.
Stage Three
I was really crying now. I was struggling to breathe and at the same time pleading with Bill. “Bill please, this is insane! I can’t do this! Every sicko on the internet will know who I am. With my full name out there, a google search for ‘Heidi Green naked’ will instantly bring the pics up! My life will be ruined! Please Bill! Please Bill!”
He sat and waited for me to stop ranting. Then with a look that said ‘if you’ve quite finished’ He replied. “You can’t quit now Heidi. You have been so brave and I am so proud of you. Posting this on the Blog for everyone to see will be stage three of four. You know that this is your destiny. You know this is what you crave : No hiding. No control over your naked images. Total exposure!” He turned again to the laptop, formatted the folder, opened the Dare Blog and hovered the mouse pointer over ‘Submit my Post’ He dropped his hands to his lap and looked me in the eye. I looked back at him. “Shove your total exposure up your ass!” I ran screaming from the den, into the living room and smashed my arms repeatedly against the wall, until, bruised and exhausted, I threw myself, sobbing, onto the sofa.
After ten minutes I heard Bill enter, and place the laptop on the table. The cursor still blinked over the submit button. My sobbing had been replaced with ragged breathing. “I’ll give you some time” he said. “Fuck off !” I replied. I didn’t raise my head as I heard the front door close.
It was forty five minutes later when Bill returned to the flat to find me still on the sofa. My face was still wet with tears. My eyes were screwed shut. I was lying in the foetal position with both hands clamped between my thighs.
Bill walked to the table and read the message on the laptop screen ; “Congratulations. Your upload was successful. Your post is now public. Don’t forget to return often, to check your hit-rate, and read other members’ comments”
Stage Four
Bill sat next to me on the sofa, pulled me into his arms, and held me tight, while I snuffled and mewed into his shoulder.
Eventually the inevitable happened. Bill took both my hands and pulled me gently to my feet before leading me back to the table and seating me next to him in front of the laptop. “Heidi, you are almost finished, it’s time for stage four.” What, like terminal cancer?” He ignored my sick joke. “Open your email address book, Heidi!” My fingers felt numb. I had to reopen the window three times before I got to it. “We’re sending someone a message?”
“No a link” Bill pasted a hyperlink of a URL. “It’s a download link to your report, your photos and your videos”
The pressure began to build, in my ears, in my head, my heart, my vagina.
“Sending it to who?”
“To the one at the top!”
“What one at the top?” My heart began to hammer. The edge of my vision began to fold in , like a burning photograph. My clitoris began to twitch. My vulva convulsed like captured fish gasping for air.
“The button at the top Heidi : SEND TO ALL”
Surely this way insanity lived. Oh my god, did I really want to do this? Could I really do this? Every logical brain cell screamed not to do it, that posting it on a public forum, to a somewhat sympathetic audience, was one thing, but sending it unsolicited, to everyone I knew, was beyond my most humiliating fantasy! And yet…
The room began to spin. My ears began to buzz like my head was in a beehive.
The hot liquid flooded from the front of my sweat pants. It was definitely the contents of my bladder this time, soaking the cushioned seat beneath me. At the instant I raised my finger above the mouse, the waves of my orgasm began. I slammed my finger on to the button. My body could not cope with the overload of sensations. A switch tripped in my head, and unconsciousness enveloped me.
Chapter Three - Aftermath 1
I awoke the next morning to a cocktail of emotions. The guilt and feelings of shame at the way I had behaved were made worse by the dread fear of consequences, For the next week my heart was in my throat every time I left the house. I was convinced the next person who passed would be someone who had witnessed my depraved actions in the street. At work I feared that someone would approach me and ask if I was the girl in leaked photos on the web, walking naked in the street, urinating in the park or masturbating and squirting on a coffee table. However after a week and a half had passed and none of these things had happened I began to feel safer. Maybe none of the pedestrians would cross my path again. Maybe none of the car drivers would associate the plain Jane secretary that was my secret identity, with the brazen, naked, exhibitionist that was my superhero alter ego (it reminded me of the old joke : ‘I didn’t recognise you with your clothes on!’) I began to believe that Bill had been right all along and that the events of this outrageous day would simply be a stimulus for our sex life. Something to remember and cheekily whisper about, when we were old and grey.
Two weeks to the day after the dare, the ceiling came crashing down on my cosy world.
It was of course Thursday and another day off for Bill and myself (the small tech firm we both work for would have you believe it’s ‘work from home day’ but believe me it isn’t!)
We had finished breakfast and were sitting together at the living room table, when Bill turned to me and said “It’s time to write up your dare challenge for the Blog. Heidi” I said I didn’t feel ready, but Bill said it had been two weeks. The reason we had started this journey was the excitement we had had reading others’ experiences. Now it was time to document ours. Bill said I had until the end of the day to write my account, and it was to be 100% honest. I was not to leave anything out and I was to try my hardest to describe my feelings and emotions through each stage of the dare. “What about names”? I asked. Surely I could use pseudonyms? (this is, I believe, standard practice on amateur porn blogs) Bill replied that of course I should use fake names for him (hint - he’s not called Bill!) and for any of the witnesses that I mentioned. I, however, was to use my real name and remain Heidi! I thought this desperately unfair, but reasoned that there must be millions of Heidis in the world, so as long as nothing else in the story identified me I could post it online and still remain anonymous.
Suddenly I remembered the photos and videos. It seemed that until now, all the witnesses had been kind to me and had not leaked anything on the ‘net’ (not that I had been actively searching) I realised that Bill would definitely want to attach images to my post. It was a big part of the appeal of the stories, yet usually the pictures were taken with face not shown or otherwise blurred or blacked out. Occasionally a few hardy souls posted pictures in which their wives’ faces could be clearly seen, but the poses were usually innocuous, a bit of side-boob, a nipple slip, a part flash of an ass cheek. The other type of full face poser were the ‘swinging types’ with their ludicrous web handles ‘lust bucket’ ‘cum master 69’ etc and their jaded and somewhat desperate email appeals for ‘like minded couples into dirty fun’ No, generally real names and real faces were not posted. Still I had to ask. “Bill, I guess we’re gonna attach some pics?” Bill smiled “Trust me I’m a professional” His job at the tech firm was Video and Picture Editor while mine was Secretary (not his) in fact we had met at a different office of the same company four and a half years ago, and started dating, which was why we were together now. “You worry about your report, and leave the visuals to me!“
So I spent the day writing my report, trying not to worry about the pictures, after all if anyone can edit my face out of a picture, it’s a Picture Editor, right?
Retelling the events of two weeks ago meant reliving them in my mind which brought my whirling vortex of emotions back to the surface. I had to stop frequently : a few times to have a good cry, once to jump on Bill and command him to make love to me, and most often to throw myself on the bed and urgently masturbate. I just hoped that Holly and Meg were at work, as not only was I worried about them hearing my orgasms, I knew they would now be able to picture me, having witnessed it first hand.
Finally, early evening I had finished and took my laptop into the den, where Bill sat at his PC. He took his time reading, while I squirmed red-faced and desperate for approval. At last, after running a few words through the spellchecker, and suggesting some tightening of my more awkward phrases, he turned to face me, and smiling said “I think it’s great. You have been honest and really got across how you felt. The only objection I have is that I come across as a bit of a cold Dominant!
This is far from the real Bill. In almost every area of our lives I am the one who wears the pants, except our sex life, in which Bill wears the pants and I wear nothing at all!
“Right” said Bill “Ready for my contribution?” I nodded and watched as he ejected the USB from his PC and inserted it into my laptop. He opened the file directory and I could see the first folder was titled
‘Heidi’s Dare Challenge Pictures’ He pushed the laptop towards me and told me to click the mouse to open the first picture.
The first picture was a complete surprise, as I did not even remember it being taken.
I was fully clothed, standing roughly in the spot where I would later undress. I was wearing the same t shirt and shorts from that day, and I could see now that it had been taken on that morning, just after we had moved the furniture to accommodate our expected guests. I was facing the camera, and the image was clear and sharp. There would be no mistaking who it was to anyone who knew me, My face showed a strange mix of shyness and apprehension. This was exactly how I was feeling now! I thought to my self “well I’m clothed, but my face would have to be blurred if it was going to be posted with a series of saucier ones!” I clicked and the second picture came into view. This one I also didn’t realise had been taken. I was standing facing our front door from inside the apartment with my hand on the lock, obviously about to open the door. I was completely and utterly, stark naked. As I was facing the door, the focus in this shot was not my expression, but my bare, white ass. Although you would not be able to identify me from this picture, following the previous one as it did, you could clearly see by my hair that it was the same person.
I was not getting a good feeling about my chances of remaining anonymous after just two pictures. I hoped to myself that Bill was going to ask me which ones we should post and then blur them for me.
I continued with the rest of the slide show and saw that it had been very well put together and clearly showed my progress starting with the first outdoor shot of me stretching against the tree, the shot in which I did indeed look like a figurine, like I should be an ornament on a car hood or a carving on the prow of a ship. Each picture captured my nakedness against the landscape. Bill had used the memory cards from all the witnesses so my nudity was covered from all angles. Many if not most of the pictures showed my face. They showed my breasts, They showed my pubic hair. They showed my ass. They showed all of me! I was the focus of every picture. No one else was shown: not Bill nor the witnesses, not the pedestrians nor the drivers (there were shots of the cars but none of the drivers were visible. It was as though I existed in an empty, naked world of my own.
So far I had seen the walking shots and the arrival at the lake. I knew the worst was to come, but I was still shocked when I got to the shots of me peeing. They were more explicit than I could have imagined. My face was visible in these, but the focal point this time was the folds of my pink, wet, gaping vagina, and in the main shot the arc of golden fluid shooting from between my legs in what I earlier compared to being a human fountain. Even if my face was to be obscured in these, I didn’t think I could bear the thought of anybody with access to the internet being able to see me in such a primal state.
After this display, it was back to the comparative tameness of my naked walk around the lake (the meeting with Holly and Meg was edited so that they did not appear, and only my shocked reaction to meeting them was shown) Next the walk home (again the builders on the roof were not shown) Finally the most graphic and embarrassing shots of my public masturbation and squirting. These ones were definitely not going to be posted! I’m not even sure the Dare Blog allowed that level of explicitness!
Worryingly Bill’s sequence did not end naturally as it should have, with me lying spent on the table. There were two additional pictures : the first I genuinely have no idea when it was taken. It was a close up full face portrait of just my head. When viewed on the screen it was actually life size and was like looking into a mirror. The second image had been blown up to match the size of the facial portrait while still remaining sharp and clear. It was a close up, full colour, picture of my vagina. Obviously taken just after I had finished masturbating, the effect of the two images together was shocking. It resembled a more obscene version of the clothed/unclothed juxtaposition of the very first two pictures in the sequence. Public/Private, Hidden/Revealed, Face/Vagina, it was all the same.
I turned to Bill , and praying for the answer I wanted to hear, asked “Which pictures are we going to post?” “Heidi, you are going to post them all. This is your dare challenge. No covering up! No hiding! Total exposure!”
I lost it. I began to cry. My eyes streamed. Snot ran from my nose. “Pl.. please Bill don’t make me do this. Anyone will be able to see me. Anyone who knows me will recognise me. My life will be ruined. You can’t want me to do this!”
It took five minutes for him to reply while I continued to wail and sob.
“I do want you to do this, and Heidi, you want to do this too. If you look within your submissive soul you will see that this is the loss of control you crave”
And he was right. I did want this. That which was making me howl in anguish, was making my heart thump, my pussy swell and flood with lubrication and my nipples strain against my bra.
It took a further fifteen minutes before I was calm enough to ask “ok what do I do?”
“Good girl! You have four stages left.
Chapter Four - The Posting
Stage one.
Bill dragged and dropped my report file into the folder directory with the pictures. He pointed to the other files beneath the picture one and explained that I would also be posting edited video of the walk, the peeing in the woods, and the masturbation at home. He had wanted to upload the full raw GoPro footage but said that as it showed other people it would not be fair on them. “Not fair on them?” I thought, “At least they had their fucking clothes on!”
Bill opened the Blog on the laptop and told me to read the legal waiver and click accept. I admit that after the first two pages, I skim read, but the gist of it was that : I ‘the model’ agreed that I was over eighteen, and that while the copyright holder (Bill) retained his rights to the photos, I granted the website permission to publish and distribute them in any way they saw fit. I had the right to withdraw my consent and ask for the images to be taken down at any time, but I agreed that the Blog had no responsibility over any repostings by third parties. Basically, if they spread over the web, I would have to chase each individual website to have them removed, and would have no control over anyone reposting them over and over again, even on websites that had already taken them down. Basically I was screwed!
Before I could give myself a chance to back out, I scrolled to the bottom, ticked ‘I accept’ and hit enter.
My hands dropped to my lap. I was unable to speak. I looked at Bill, expectant, fearing the next step.
Stage Two
“Go fetch your driver’s permit Heidi!” “Sorry, what?” I didn’t understand. “Go to your purse and fetch your driver’s licence, Heidi”
I stood and numbly went to get it. I was so confused I couldn’t find my purse at first. After searching the living room, I found it in the kitchen tucked under the table on the folding chair. I snatched my licence from it and stumbled back to the den. Suddenly a thought came to me and with it, a wave of relief. My licence must be needed as a proof of age thing. I seemed to remember something about porn sites having to store models’ IDs to ensure they weren’t under age. I must have missed the request to upload it when I skimmed through the legal waiver. I handed it to Bill, watched as he scanned it, and a few seconds later an enlarged copy of my Photo ID appeared on the laptop screen. I still had to check, just to reassure myself : “This is just for site admin, right?” Just an age check thing, yeah?”
Bill didn’t even look up. “No Heidi. It’s going in the photo sequence, look!” He clicked the mouse, backed the slide show up by four frames, hit play and nodded towards the screen.
The last four images in the sequence were, in order :
1. Me lying completely naked and drenched in sweat after just cumming for everyone.
2. The full face head shot of me shyly smiling at the camera.
3. The grotesquely over sized close up of my vagina.
4. My driver’s permit, containing my full name, photo, and personal information.
Stage Three
I was really crying now. I was struggling to breathe and at the same time pleading with Bill. “Bill please, this is insane! I can’t do this! Every sicko on the internet will know who I am. With my full name out there, a google search for ‘Heidi Green naked’ will instantly bring the pics up! My life will be ruined! Please Bill! Please Bill!”
He sat and waited for me to stop ranting. Then with a look that said ‘if you’ve quite finished’ He replied. “You can’t quit now Heidi. You have been so brave and I am so proud of you. Posting this on the Blog for everyone to see will be stage three of four. You know that this is your destiny. You know this is what you crave : No hiding. No control over your naked images. Total exposure!” He turned again to the laptop, formatted the folder, opened the Dare Blog and hovered the mouse pointer over ‘Submit my Post’ He dropped his hands to his lap and looked me in the eye. I looked back at him. “Shove your total exposure up your ass!” I ran screaming from the den, into the living room and smashed my arms repeatedly against the wall, until, bruised and exhausted, I threw myself, sobbing, onto the sofa.
After ten minutes I heard Bill enter, and place the laptop on the table. The cursor still blinked over the submit button. My sobbing had been replaced with ragged breathing. “I’ll give you some time” he said. “Fuck off !” I replied. I didn’t raise my head as I heard the front door close.
It was forty five minutes later when Bill returned to the flat to find me still on the sofa. My face was still wet with tears. My eyes were screwed shut. I was lying in the foetal position with both hands clamped between my thighs.
Bill walked to the table and read the message on the laptop screen ; “Congratulations. Your upload was successful. Your post is now public. Don’t forget to return often, to check your hit-rate, and read other members’ comments”
Stage Four
Bill sat next to me on the sofa, pulled me into his arms, and held me tight, while I snuffled and mewed into his shoulder.
Eventually the inevitable happened. Bill took both my hands and pulled me gently to my feet before leading me back to the table and seating me next to him in front of the laptop. “Heidi, you are almost finished, it’s time for stage four.” What, like terminal cancer?” He ignored my sick joke. “Open your email address book, Heidi!” My fingers felt numb. I had to reopen the window three times before I got to it. “We’re sending someone a message?”
“No a link” Bill pasted a hyperlink of a URL. “It’s a download link to your report, your photos and your videos”
The pressure began to build, in my ears, in my head, my heart, my vagina.
“Sending it to who?”
“To the one at the top!”
“What one at the top?” My heart began to hammer. The edge of my vision began to fold in , like a burning photograph. My clitoris began to twitch. My vulva convulsed like captured fish gasping for air.
“The button at the top Heidi : SEND TO ALL”
Surely this way insanity lived. Oh my god, did I really want to do this? Could I really do this? Every logical brain cell screamed not to do it, that posting it on a public forum, to a somewhat sympathetic audience, was one thing, but sending it unsolicited, to everyone I knew, was beyond my most humiliating fantasy! And yet…
The room began to spin. My ears began to buzz like my head was in a beehive.
The hot liquid flooded from the front of my sweat pants. It was definitely the contents of my bladder this time, soaking the cushioned seat beneath me. At the instant I raised my finger above the mouse, the waves of my orgasm began. I slammed my finger on to the button. My body could not cope with the overload of sensations. A switch tripped in my head, and unconsciousness enveloped me.
Poster:
Heidi
