Breaking Bernadette
Copyright© 2026 by JDlit71
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Some things are private...until they aren't. With a photographic memory and a body made for using, Bernadette found herself between a rock and a hard place, which was exactly where she wanted to be...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma Fa Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Rough White Male White Female Double Penetration Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Public Sex
Bernadette woke up at 7:00 am on Saturday. The previous day had drained her nerves as well as her curiosity. She spent almost four hours overnight scouring her internet history to try and figure out who this stranger was. She also covered the camera on her computer for most of that time, however, the more she thought about it the more she questioned that decision. Her mind was torn between knowing that someone might be watching her and the consequences of her privacy being exposed.
Of course, the cameras at her parking garage were another matter. The stranger had plenty of hard-core pictures of her completely naked and enjoying herself, he didn’t really need more of the same. Then the question occurred to her that if she didn’t cover her camera up, what message would that send to the stranger? Would he assume she wanted him to see her? Would she then become his slave or submissive just by adhering to his voyeuristic tendencies? Would this make her an exhibitionist? Was this her way of giving in to his game? The more she thought about it the less it mattered in her mind. She was up for the challenge, at least to a certain extent.
Last night’s episode was extremely difficult to face, but once it was over, she felt a sense of accomplishment somehow. He clearly had control over her, but she reckoned that it was only because she allowed it. Somehow, if she decided to quit playing, she was smart enough to find a way out.
Promptly at 9:00 am, the phobe buzzed and she read the text.
“Feel like a jog? I’m sure your lime green tube top and those pink shorts would be perfect for a short jog to the park and back. If you meet any guys on your run, assume they were sent by me and flash those DD’s so they get a good look at them bouncing while you jog. They won’t try anything, but if they do you’ll be responsible for your own actions ... Bernadette”
She gasped and looked at her closet to see the green tube top laying on the floor. She remembered it was hanging up with another top just yesterday. How did it fall and how could he see it? The bed was blocking the view from her computer. Another text startled her.
“Be home by 10:30. Your next assignment will be waiting for you.”
She quickly slipped on the tube top and shorts. The top didn’t fit like she remembered it. It also seemed different looking. Something she couldn’t pinpoint. At the moment she couldn’t remember why she even had the top. It was something she would wear to the beach or a party, but she never did either of those. It took her 20 minutes to find her sneakers. The last time she’d worn them was over a year ago. She had a pair of comfortable no-lace slip-ons to walk to the market. Much like the tube top, the sneakers were tight, but she was able to get them on. She looked at herself in the mirror and recognized nearly every porn video that contained the word, “jogger”, or “jogging slut”. She looked like the very definition of a whore. Her boobs were accentuated by the top, and when she walked through her apartment they jiggled tremendously. She wasn’t even sure they wouldn’t pop out if she actually jogged with this outfit. That’s when she remembered where the top came from. Her former boyfriend, Brian, had purchased it for “exercising”. He loved watching her do Jumping Jacks in this green tube top. Her boobs always found their way out within a few jumps. He was such a pervert. Not that she minded. She enjoyed putting on a private show for him.
This wouldn’t be private. This was very public. Was she able to handle this task? She remembered her unfortunate circumstances. She didn’t have a choice. She opted to put her hair in a ponytail instead of down even though it displayed her face entirely. The part that made her the most nervous was flashing strangers and knowing that others would be involved. How many men would she have to face? Would one of them be the man from the garage? How would she know?
She decided not to go out unarmed. She had an armband that she wore to store a phone and a can of mace while she went out. The phone buzzed and she removed it from the armband.
“Remember, 10:30! The park is twenty minutes away. Hopefully you won’t get distracted on the trail?”
She looked at time on the phone and quickly did the math. She would have to hurry. She walked outside and turned to lock the door when the icy air hit her. It was freezing outside and her nipples instantly revealed it! She didn’t have time to dwell on this inconvenience and it wouldn’t matter if she did.
She locked the door and took off running. By her calculations, if she ran to the park, it would save time and lessen the opportunities for an encounter with someone she might recognize. What she didn’t take into account was the fact that she hadn’t jogged or ran since college. Also, less than twenty strides into the run, both of her boobs had worked their way out of the top. She stopped and tucked them back in, then tried running and jogging at different speeds. No matter what she tried, her tube top would not contain her tits. Even walking fast made the top drop down and her boobs fell out. Her last resort was to run while holding the top up, which worked for a bit, but then she discovered that they fell out of the bottom of the tube top. By the time this had happened twice, she found herself at the park.
She quickly found the trailhead and checked the time. She was 5 minutes ahead of schedule so she cautiously began her jog. Up until then she had not seen anyone. This was a relief to her because she wasn’t sure she was ready to make eye contact with anyone. She resolved to spend the entire jog without making eye contact with anyone.
Her first meet up turned out to be a woman. She looked away as soon as she noticed the reaction on the woman’s face. Clearly her jogging attire screamed “whore” and she felt humiliated as she looked down and away while the woman passed. The phone buzzed.
“I think you need to liven it up a little. Keep your hands on top of your head while you jog. Once you’re out of the trail, you can return to your apartment however you wish.”
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