Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 2.3

A task list was messaged to me of things to do with the marker:

1) Write “cunt” across your chest in big, bold letters.

2) Write “fuck hole” above your pussy

3) Write “slut” on your right wrist

4) Take a selfie in front of an open window

5) Take a selfie on your bed laying down, legs spread

6) Take a picture spreading your lips with your fingers

“You have 5 minutes to finish these tasks or the blinds stay open and your clothes stay locked away.”

I didn’t have time to think and quickly wrote cunt across my chest, crookedly, fuck hole above my pussy which was still completely shaven from yesterday and slut on my wrist really tiny but with the thick marker was kind of hard because I only assumed it had to be readable. I quickly stood back in front of the window in the corner, CLICK, not enough time to think about it and not enough guts to look through the window to make sure it was clear and sent it.

“Good, 2 pictures left.”

I quickly lay down on the bed and wait to see if any of the blinds would close, but they didn’t move an inch, I guess I had to finish the task completely before I got my privacy again. I had never felt so exposed before laying in my bed but that quickly changed as I spread my legs, my skin tingling again as the fear of someone seeing me was growing, I raised my arm up focusing on my naked body and to prove my legs were spread, CLICK, and sent.

“Good girl, one last picture.”

I sat up in bed and brought my knees up to my chest, reaching down to spread my lips, which was dripping wet. Of all the pictures, this one felt the most embarrassing and revealing, nudity is nudity, but this was proving in some way that I was enjoying the whole thing. To be honest I wasn’t sure if I was or not, my body was being aroused but my mind was scared of getting caught, nervous that all my clothes were locked somehow and my room was no longer the private, safe space I always thought of it as. But as my lips spread and the inner most parts of my pussy parted, a small trickle of my juices gently poured out of me and anyone looking would have thought I was loving every minute of it. I couldn’t let him see that I was enjoying this and grabbed a tissue to wipe up the wetness before taking and sending the final picture, CLICK, and sent.

This time the response wasn’t immediate and it felt like an eternity as I nervously waited, naked, on my bed for his text before I realized I probably should hide. I rolled off the bed onto the floor, too afraid to look up to see if anyone was watching through the windows having caught my little photoshoot. All I could do was just lay here as I waited for any response what so ever. If anyone walked up to any of my windows, they would see me on the floor, my room felt like a fishbowl with free viewing for any curious perve wanting a free view. The worst part of all of this, was my skin was still tingling from the shower, not as strongly as when I first used it, but the sensation was keeping me aroused. It was like a vibrator on low, not enough to actually make me orgasm but just enough to make sure the fire never went out.

“Mmph,” I trailed a hand down my chest towards my pussy, if I was going to jump through hoops, I may as well have a little treat.

A treat I wanted really badly as my hand decided my pussy needed another release, and since yesterday my orgasms have been coming faster and harder than ever before in my life. My nipples were rock hard, I could only imagine someone watching with such dirty words written all over me as I rubbed my slutty pussy about to cum like a high school virgin having his first time.

Ding!

I was so close, I didn’t want to stop, any second now I was about to have another amazing orgasm and I needed it, I needed it so badly.

Ding!

“Dammit,” I almost yelled out but stopped myself, afraid my mom would come in thinking something was wrong.

I grabbed the phone off of the bed and my eyes opened wide at the new message.

“You took longer than you were supposed to and next time you clean up you may want to pick the paper out if you are going to hide how wet that cunt of yours is,” I looked down to see a little piece of tissue was on the side of my lips and blushing I picked it out and threw it away, “now the final task.”

“Please, I’ve done everything you asked me to do, please no more,” I responded hoping for some mercy.

“Take the marker, and shove it up your ass and you’ll do as I say,” along with the message he sent me a screenshot from his phone, a text message with both of my parents’ phone numbers along with one of the selfies I sent him.

“I’ll do it! Don’t send that!”

“Put away the marker than go get dressed, leggings and shirt.”

By put away the marker, I figured he meant inside of me and I also figured the best way to do that was needing to get it wet first.

“Mmmm,” I ran it along my pussy hoping to coat it with enough juices to make it slick enough to enter me, “why,” it wasn’t going in as easily, and was frustrating knowing I have had bigger things in me before and couldn’t understand why this wasn’t going in as easily.

It needed more lubricant, so, I decided I needed to slide it completely inside of me and in contrast to my butt, the marker went in with no resistance at all.

Ding!

What else could he possibly want or say that could make things any worse than having to shove a marker up my ass.

“And by the way, no more orgasms for the rest of the day.”