Chapter 3

In the car, I took my panties out of my mouth. Couldn’t get rid of the taste of cum though. I hoped no one had seen my breasts through my shirt. I would’ve put the bra back on despite Bobby’s orders but he had taken it with him.

When I got home, my hands were shaking. I couldn’t believe what I’d done. How could I have been so stupid?

He’d ordered me to send him a nude photo with my teacher’s ID between my tits. I knew I shouldn’t do it, but what choice did I have? He already had whole videos of me. Everything I did now got me into even more trouble but the only way out was through.

I took off my clothes and took a selfie with the ID balanced on my breasts. I almost sent it before remembering he also told me to put my thong in my mouth again. I didn’t want to taste it again but it was probably best to just play along for now. So I obeyed, gagging a bit, and sent him his picture.

Five minutes later I got an answer.

“Go out. No underwear. Buy two bottles of beer, a pack of ribbed condoms and a black marker pen. Send me a photo of you in the store. Your nipples must be clearly visible through your top.”

I couldn’t believe I was letting him order me around like this but it also made me a little wet. Not as much as when I thought I was in control though.

I dressed in a thin top that didn’t show too much cleavage and went out. I avoided my usual bodega because I didn’t want the owner to see me like this (and buying condoms too). I headed down a couple of blocks to a different one instead. I felt very self-conscious.

At the counter, the young Pakistani clerk noticed what I was buying and how I was dressed.

“Have a fun evening,” he said lewdly, his eyes on my body. I blushed and felt extremely embarrassed.

Only when I left the shop did I remember I hadn’t taken the photo Bobby had asked for. I panicked, unwilling to go back in but afraid Bobby would punish me by uploading one of the videos. I decided to take the photo in the street instead. That was humiliating too.

“Not what I told you to do. Get back in the shop,” Bobby wrote.

“I can’t ... how about I send you another nude from home?”

“Lift up your top right now and take a selfie or I’m exposing you. And I mean RIGHT NOW.”

Right now? There were people on the street! I couldn’t do this. But I knew he was serious.

I tried to pick a moment when no one was watching and lifted my top up, revealing my large breasts to the world. I snapped a picture and immediately pulled the top down again. But an old homeless man on the other side of the street had seen me. He started yelling at me, calling me a slut and telling me to suck his cock. I ran back to my apartment. I collapsed onto my couch, shaking and sweating, and cried a little bit. Then I masturbated. Then I cried again. What was I doing?

An hour later the doorbell rang. I got dressed and answered. It was Bobby.

“This is the last time I come here and see you dressed,” was the first thing he said.

“What?” I stammered.

“When you’re at home, you’ll be nude from now on. Every day. Do you understand, Ms. Claire?”

“But Bobby...”

He slapped me.

“Do you understand?”

“Y-yes.”

“Now take off your clothes.”

I felt ashamed being naked in front of him. It was different now, less like a fantasy. He put his small hands on my breasts and squeezed them hard.

“Ouch.”

He squeezed even harder.

“Oww, Bobby.”

“Did you get the things I told you to?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Go sit on the couch. Is this the kitchen?”

“Yes. The beers are in the fridge.”

I had assumed he wanted to drink them but instead he handed both bottles to me.

“Drink. All of it.”

“Bobby, I haven’t even had lunch...”

He pulled up his phone and played a video.

“I have a teenager’s cum in my mouth,” I said in the video.

“You want the principal to see this?”