Ms. Cane's Game Ch. 03

Her stomach dropped slightly when she opened the message and saw how long the message was. It was a list of instructions, and it didn't look like she was wasting any time.

'Read these one at a time, do them in order. The longer you take, the less nice I'll be tomorrow,' the message started, so Harriet read the top item first. "An upskirt shot," she said to herself out loud, taking a moment, before again justifying that no one could know who it was in the photo.

Standing up, she put her phone camera onto selfie mode and held it underneath her new skirt. It took a couple of tries before she got the angle right, catching a glimpse of her white panties between her thighs. 'At least there's no chance of me sending it to the wrong person on this,' she thought to herself as she sent it off.

The next item on the list was required her to sit down on the bed. As per the message, she opened them, and slid her panties down to her knees. Holding her phone at arm's length, she took another upskirt shot, this time catching her bare, freshly-shaved pussy between her thighs.

Following the last photo command, she began to roll the skirt up her thighs, until the short material was folded up around her waist. Harriet brought her phone between her legs and took another photo, closer this time. She couldn't help but feel a twinge in her pussy as soon as she snapped the picture, and was glad to send the photo and put it out of her mind.

'What's another photo of a vagina?' she justified to herself. 'You can't see who it is, and it'll be gone in an hour.'

Scrolling up through the conversations, she breathed a sigh of relief as she saw her previous messages had all been wiped. But as she returned to the most recent message, she saw there was more to do. She was told to use something bigger than a phone screen, so turned on her iPad and replied to say she was ready.

'It's time to watch some porn,' the message read. 'Now make sure you watch both links, I might test you tomorrow...'

A little nervous and a little excited, Harriet plugged her earphones in and made sure her door was shut before sitting cross-legged on her bed, leaning the tablet against her legs. As far as Cane's commands went, this seemed quite low risk.

It had been a while since she had watched any porn, and when she had, it was usually far less intense, opting for videos of men giving women oral sex or hoping the most popular categories were respectful enough. With anticipation building, she started the video, soon finding it was far from the vanilla clips she'd seen in the past.

In the video, two women circled a shorter woman like she was prey. They made her undress and kneel down in front of them, submitting to their every desire. First each of them made her kiss their thighs as they stood towering above her, throwing harsh insults her way. Then, one of them lay on the bed, until the obedient slave crawled between her legs and started to eat her pussy.

One orgasm later, and she was flipped over, and the other woman sat on her face, moaning as she grinded against her eager tongue. The first woman returned with a strap-on, lining it up against her slave's vagina and pushing inside, rising to a quick pace within a few moments as moans filled the room.

Seeing the petite woman being dominated by two older women, one white, and one with light brown skin, Harriet couldn't help but think of Naomi and Ms. Cane. 'Is that the point?' she thought to herself as she watched the strap on plunge into their slave harder and harder, 'how can she handle that kind of punishment?'

The three writhing bodies soon came to climax, and the woman was left spent on the bed. The video stopped, and Harriet closed the tab, with few thoughts running through her mind, just the awareness that she felt a little hot after watching. 'I wonder what that feels like, to sit on someone like that...' she wondered, 'or the other way around...'

Noting the effect the video had on her, Harriet lifted her skirt slightly out of curiosity and looked down between her legs. "Damn," she said quietly to herself. In the crotch of her white underwear was a small spot of dampness. "At least Cane can't see me now," she said, as she browsed through the message to find the second video.

Harriet was surprised as she opened the next video, to see that this time it was a man and a woman. 'I guess Cane *is* bisexual,' she reminded herself as the video began, showing a woman, naked except for a black thong, kneeling on the floor.

The amateur video began as she waited for him to arrive, sat on her heels. With a look of nervousness and excitement on her face, the woman begged her lover for a chance to suck his cock, until he unzipped his fly and released his member. She grasped it with a look of desire on her face, stroking him until he got hard.

'Okay, well I definitely like guys,' Harriet thought with some amusement. Harriet didn't know where to look, as transfixed by his growing penis as she was by the woman's expression, before she hungrily took him into his mouth.

As she started to bob her head back and forth, her hands on her knees, Harriet wondered what the message was here, or what exactly Cane was testing her on. 'Does she just want this sort of thing... on my mind?'

The man impatiently took control, grabbing the woman by her ponytail and pulling her mouth onto him, until his cock must've entered her throat. He then pulled her back and forth, fucking her face until she couldn't take any more.

Even as she gasped for air, her own saliva drooling down her lips and chin, she continued to stroke his slick member with her hand. "Oh god," he said softly, "I'm gonna cum you dirty slut."

Bringing her mouth closer, she continued to stroke the bottom of his shaft, extending her tongue and giving him slow licks up to the tip of his cock. Suddenly, he grunted and a jet of white liquid shot from his penis, the woman jumping slightly as the first spurt of cum landed on her cheek.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Harriet's whole body jerked up as she heard the knock against her door. 'Did I not hear it the first time?' she thought as she hurriedly paused the video and removed her earphones from her ears.

Before she could ask who was there, the door opened, and in a panic she muted the iPad and minimised the browser. She dropped it to her bed and tried to look casual, only remembering to keep her knees tightly together as her unwanted guest came into view.

"So this is where you're hiding then?"

To Harriet's surprise, it wasn't either of her parents, but her neighbour, Matt. Feeling hot and red in the face, Harriet tried her best to appear relaxed, barely making eye contact as she spoke.

"Oh hi Matt."

"Yeah... Hi. Are you... alright?"

She hadn't paid much attention to him earlier, but now that she was seeing him stood in her doorway, Harriet was surprised at how much the blonde-haired Matt had filled out. He was a lot broader than before, and even looked a bit taller.

After he shut the door behind him, he stood there semi-awkwardly, rubbing his hands together as he spoke. Harriet shrugged her shoulders at his question, hoping that he'd leave without any conversation to go on.

"I mean we used to at least chat a bit, didn't we? Now you're ignoring me downstairs and acting like it's a pain to talk to me?"

"No no, I'm just... tired. I don't really want to talk... it's fine, really."

Harriet gave him a light smile, but knew it probably came across as forced, or at worst, sarcastic. She didn't want to be dismissive or rude, seeing how close he had been to their family over the last few months, but having him in the room after she was just watching those videos was too much for her.

Matt nodded and smiled, as if humbly accepting she didn't want to see him, which sent a pang of guilt through Harriet. 'He's a grown-ass man,' she thought to herself, suppressing the feeling, 'he can deal with a little rejection, surely.'

"Okay, well, I'll head off now," he said.

Just as he backed away as if to leave, Harriet glanced over to her iPad. It was still open on the main background, but hadn't gone to sleep yet. Looking back to Matt, she realised that he'd seen her look, piquing his interest.

For a tense moment, she considered playing it cool, but seeing some slight movement, she reached forward to grab the iPad. When it was just inches away, it was snatched away into Matt's hands. He looked down at her with a smirk and asked, "what's so important on here?"

Harriet measured her breathing, smiling back and telling him that it was "nothing," hoping that he'd grow bored and hand it back if she made it look less intriguing. 'Please put it down, please put it down,' she willed, her heart sinking as he tapped on the screen a few times. Before she could react, she saw his smile fade, replaced with astonishment.

"So... *this* is what you've been doing up here..."

"Can I have it back?" she said, hoping that he hadn't found anything.

Harriet's mind raced to find another thing he could have clicked on to have the same reaction, but the speculation was put to an end when he turned the screen around to face her. She suddenly felt very small and ashamed, as she saw the paused video, a freezeframe of a woman's face covered in semen.

"You were blowing me off just to watch porn in your room? Jesus Harriet, couldn't you chat a bit and then checked this out?"

Thinking how her face must be the reddest it's ever been, Harriet could barely respond, other than to say, "it's not what it looks like," and feeling ridiculous as soon as she said it.

"You seriously gonna try and lie about this?" he asked, half-laughing. "Look, you do what you want, but don't play it off like this is just an innocent misunderstanding."

Matt wasn't exactly a stranger, he'd been coming over for years now to help out his parents with building work in their garden, and always got on well with her. They'd even hung out in here before, but she thought if she was a little blunt, it might make him leave sooner - then she can at least figure out how to explain herself another time. In a quiet, but firm voice, she spoke, acting on an impulse.

"Leave my room. I want to be alone," she said, knowing as soon as she spoke that it was the wrong thing to say.

"H, I think you're forgetting which of us was just watching a woman get a facial," Matt said, a slight look of hurt quickly fading from his face, he then hit play on the video, to her horror, raising his eyebrows at the display. "Wow, this is pretty hot to be fair."

Harriet placed her face in her hands, unsure what to do for a moment, before she stood up from her bed and held out her hand again. "Please, Matt, give me the iPad back," she said, unable to look him in the eye, her voice becoming less controlled. He paused, looking at her until she returned the courtesy.

"What do I get out of it?"

"What do you get out of it?" she repeated with incredulity.

"I'm saying... what's to stop me from taking this iPad to your mum and showing her what naughty things you've been up to?"

Harriet frowned at him in confusion, until her brow relaxed with a realisation. Maybe a week ago she would have been too naive to even consider it, but she recognised this behaviour. He may not have wanted something to begin with, but sure as hell did now, and she knew she would just die if her mum saw her browser history.

"What do you want?" she asked bluntly, resigning to what he was trying to slowly bring into conversation. She watched him look her up and down, his eyes lingering on her short skirt for a moment, in what he likely thought was a subtle glance.

"Give me your panties."

"You want my underwear?" she asked with a look of scorn on her face. Seeing his face remain unchanged, she walked towards her dresser, and opened the top drawer. She shoved her hand in, grabbed a clean pair, and held them out in front of her.

"Here, take it," she said, but was met with a blank stare. He looked at her hand as if she were crazy, and for a moment, she felt like she was.

"I want the ones you're wearing... right now."

Sensing her bristle at his words, he added, "and then I'm gone - and you can go back to watching whatever you want on your own, okay?"

Harriet was still trying to take in his request when her eyes widened with discovery. By her bed, her bag had fallen onto its side, likely from when she had suddenly moved when he came in earlier. Any other day, it wouldn't be an issue, but today her bag had some very sensitive photos in it, and they were now on her floor, face up.

As Matt started to follow her eyes to the floor, she panicked and, trying to get his attention, blurted out "okay!" He smiled, then gestured with his hands after she made no move, "go on then."

Harriet cursed under her breath. 'I don't want to do this, but he could make a scene, and I need him out of this room as soon as possible before he sees anything else,' she thought.

Sighing in defeat, she reached under her new skirt and gripped the elastic waistband of her panties. 'At least I'm not wearing anything too sexy,' she told herself as she speedily brought them down her thighs, to the floor and then off completely. She held them out to him, not hiding the cross look on her face.

"Cheers," he muttered, reaching out and taking the white cotton panties from her hand. Harriet remembered the damp spot from when she'd been watching the videos earlier, and a pang of nervousness ran through her again as she hoped he would miss it.

He stuffed them into his jacket pocket, then looked to the floor, his brow furrowing as if he had spotted something. Not missing a beat, Harriet rushed towards him, pushing him lightly towards the exit.

"Okay, you can leave now," she said as she took him to the door, but he rooted himself to the spot. "One last thing," he said with a shy smile. "Only because - when am I going to be in this position again?"

Harriet, her hands still pressed against his shoulders, hesitated. She knew it couldn't be s good idea, but she also knew where he had her. He might ask for a hell of a lot more if he found those photos, so it was best to satisfy him here and now.

"What do you want now?" she asked with trepidation.

"You're gonna flash me."

Shocked at his sudden demanding tone, Harriet gave him a quizzical look, but his gaze didn't break. Instead, he took a step forward, lightly pushing her hands away from him. Harriet took a step back to her original place in the room, trying her best not to look at the photos scattered next to the bed.

"Lift your skirt, let me have a look. Then I'll go."

"Are you serious, Matt?" Harriet whined, though she knew even as she spoke that she would comply. However weird it was to expose herself to him, she knew from her other blackmailer that it could be taken to far more extreme places if she wasn't careful.

"10 seconds," he demanded, and while Harriet wanted to dispute it, she thought better of it and simply nodded her head. "And I'm the one counting," he added.

Noting the silence, Harriet knew she had to just go through with it, so reached for the hem of her skirt. Hesitating for a moment, she closed her eyes tightly, afraid to watch him look at her, and lifted the front of her skirt up.

The thought suddenly struck her: 'This is the first man to see me.. down there.'

She could hear him shift slightly in front of her, but didn't sound like he had taken a step. The silence was unbearable, as was the tickle of the cold air of the room against her freshly-shaved pussy. Harriet felt as if he had gone past ten seconds, but had lost count herself, and a few excruciating seconds later he let her off the hook.

"You can stop now," he said, and Harriet immediately dropped her skirt back down.

She wanted to glare at him, letting him know that she was mad at him for messing with her like this, but she couldn't quite bring herself to look him in the eye. Harriet could tell her cheeks were red now, the embarrassment hitting her harder now that it was over.

Clearly sensing she wasn't going to respond to any more teasing, Matt took his leave, telling her, "I'll see you around, H."

As soon as he left, Harriet rushed to the door, making sure it was shut, before she gathered up the photos from the floor, wrapped them in a plastic bag, and shoved them to the bottom of her underwear drawer.

'I'll think of a better place to hide them later,' she thought, knowing that it was too much of a risk for her mum to find them.

She collapsed back on her bed, lying on her side. Looking for comfort, she placed her cold hands against her inner thighs to warm them up. After a few moments of resting, she realised she was squeezing them against her bare crotch, so stopped in her tracks, reaching over to her phone to check if she'd missed any messages.

Returning to her conversation with Cane, she sent, 'Sorry I didn't message sooner. I watched the videos but got held up'. Then, thinking that she would likely get in trouble without a proper excuse, she added, 'I was caught.'

'OMG,' the message came, almost instantly. 'I bet you loved that, didn't you? You'll have to tell me all about it tomorrow.'

With no follow-up message, Harriet sighed, taking that as her chance to put the tumultuous day she'd had to bed and actually relax a little. However on edge she'd felt since she'd gotten home, she took account of what had actually happened - she'd flashed someone, given them her panties, and sent some lewd photos. But the photos were automatically deleted, and her transaction with Matt was over.

On the other hand, that was now two extra people who had used her when she was in a tight spot. Neither Matt nor Naomi were targeting her in quite the same way as Ms. Cane was, but it didn't exactly make her trust people that much.

Either way, she felt as if she needed to get out of the room, maybe see how dinner was coming along downstairs. By time she got down there, she was glad to see that Matt had left, and her mum was in the kitchen, cooking.

"Have a nice chat with Matt?"

Harriet involuntarily snorted with laughter, then, covering her mouth, smiled back and said, "yeah it was fine."

"Then what's up?"

Harriet was confused for a moment, but quickly remembered how her mother could read her so well when she needed to. She could pick up on her feeling negative emotions with ease, which was nice sometimes, even if she wasn't always so tactful.

'If only she knew how much of a slut her daughter has been today,' Harriet thought to herself. It was a thought that, even a few days ago, would have made her hate herself. Today, for whatever reason, it just seemed funny. And, even amidst all the anxiety and humiliation, she liked that she had this secret world apart from this one, at least now that she was away from it for a moment.

Matt's little stunt had brought those two worlds a little too close together for her liking, she thought, but in a way - she had done the same by following Ms. Cane's orders in her bedroom. 'This will all be over in a few days,' she reminded herself, sighing heavily.

"Where's dad? Isn't he meant to be home by now?"

"Remember he has his work trip this time of year?"

"Oh! I completely forgot."

Harriet had been so preoccupied with what was going on with her she forgot to wish her dad a safe flight when he left this morning. He probably wouldn't be back for a week or so, but at least that meant a little more space to herself.

"Spill it," her mother added, and Harriet answered as best as she could.

"I'm just tired... tired of people who just take what they want and don't think about others..." she trailed off, heading to sit down before she felt her mum grab her from behind, holding her in a soft embrace.

"Those people don't matter to me," she told her daughter. "I'm proud of you."