Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 2.2

I closed my eyes praying that it was all just a bad dream and that I was still in bed with the phone ringing to wake me up. But the coldness of my skin setting in still being wet and my legs starting to cramp made it very clear that this was all really happening. Although when I opened my eyes to look up the blinds were closed once again. I stood up carefully and grabbed a nice new fluffy towel off the rack to dry myself off, happy that my hair dried fast being so short and that the towel clearly covered me being so tiny. The thought was still embarrassing as I opened the door about to walk into my fully exposed room.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

My phone started up ringing again and I had a feeling they were expecting me to pick up right away. I took a deep breath and walked into the room to see all the blinds had been closed as well. Now being covered there was nothing stopping me from answering my phone.

“Hello?” the number on caller id wasn’t one I had seen before.

“Put the phone on speaker and leave it on your bed.”

“Who is this? I don’t understand what you want from me.”

“Do as I say or there will be consequences.”

The blinds started slowly raising again all at once, even the one in the bathroom. I quickly hit the speaker button on my phone and laid it on my bed as I started to see people walking past my window and anyone could start looking in at any moment.

“Ok! Ok! I did it, it’s on speakerphone,” the blinds paused for a moment and began to close again.

“Good girl, now go put the towel back into the bathroom, it’s not right to leave wet towels laying around your room, and then come right back to your bed.”

I went into the bathroom and unwrapped the warm, fuzzy towel I was growing to love and put it back on the rack to dry, one rack to another I thought to myself. I stood there for a second thinking this may be some kind of trap but then the blinds in the bathroom started to raise again and I ran back into my room, tripping and falling onto the bed.

“Now I want some pictures, consider it a way to show your obedience, and to add a little incentive, each picture, earns a covered window, I’ll text you the pictures I want,” and with that whomever was on the phone hung up.

I immediately ran to my dresser, but pulling at the drawers, couldn’t get them to open, they were shut tight. I ran into the closet to find all the clothes I had in there were now replaced with empty hangers and the door was taken off the hinges. It wasn’t like I could hide in there the rest of my life anyways, eventually my mom would come looking for me and there was no way I could explain why I was standing naked in my closet and all of my clothes were locked away.

Ding!

There was a new text message and as I made my way back to my bed for my phone the blinds began to open again. I hide under the covers taking my phone with me to read the first new message.

“Let’s start simple with a cute selfie, try to make it as natural as possible.”

Natural, I don’t think you can get any more natural being completely naked. I held the phone up, keeping the covers over so no one could see what I was doing and snapped a picture, but ended up deleting it because the expression on my face seemed more worried than what I figured he was looking for. The next one I took with a big, fake smile on my face and not hiding my breasts and quickly sent it before I could change my mind.

“Kind of cowardly hiding under the covers, but I didn’t say you couldn’t, for the next picture I want you standing and looking up at the camera and no covers.”

I looked up to see one of the blinds had closed and decided that was the best place for my next picture. I brought the covers with me because I was going to be covered until the exact second I didn’t need to be anymore. I stood up by the covered window in the back-left corner of my room with the covers still draped around me and got my phone ready to take another picture. I quickly dropped the covers, brushed the hair out of my eyes and took the picture as fast as I could, picking the covers back up throwing them over me as I sent the next picture.

“You didn’t listen, I said, NO COVERS,” the text read, I didn’t even think about him being able to see the covers in the photo because I took it and sent it so fast only thinking about hiding my naked body again, “you’ll need to be punished, since you can’t be a good girl after all.”

My stomach clenched when I read the word punished, they had complete control over my clothes and curtains and the only other option I had was go into the house where my parents were. I could grab the towel, but I had no idea what I was going to say after that. I couldn’t tell them the truth, they would find out what blackmail they had of me, the website, the pictures, everything I did and they would throw me out.

“I’m sorry,” I texted back, hoping there was some mercy to this stranger texting me.

“Too late for apologizes, time to be punished, go get a marker from your desk and do exactly what I say.”

I took the covers with me to my desk, the closed window was quickly uncovered as the curtains began to raise, I only assumed that was part of the punishment and grabbed the first marker I saw on my desk.