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She grinded against strangers allowing them to grope her.
She masturbated in an alley spying on one of her students having sex.
She fantasises about being dominated and exposed.
She posted online dozens of pictures and videos where everybody can see what a whore she is... No. No, it couldn't be happening. She had to stop. She had to...
DarkPassenger: It's been a while already Alex. I guess you're having second thoughts?
Yes. It was now or never, she had to make a decision.
DarkPassenger: you'll have to choose one of the options in the next 30 seconds or I'll consider this dare over. Failed of course.
No. She couldn't, she just couldn't. She would have accepted the consequences and picked another automated dare.
DarkPassenger: It's in these moments that you need guidance more than ever. So to give you a little nudge in the right direction let me spoil the surprise. I don't think you've noticed it but I've already sent you another dare, just in case you failed this one. Of course as you know it will have the priority over any regular or automated dare. It's similar to this one but the outfit I chose is exactly the one you described in your video confession.
No...
DarkPassenger: I was pretty inspired today, so I also sent a third one, adding requirements on the location you'll pick for your workout. A location I'm sure you'll like, and will assure you plenty of attention from your "audience".
That was it. A no way out situation. An impossible choice. Rejecting DarkPassenger's dare meant going down a dangerous path, accepting penalty after penalty, eventually being unable to keep up, losing control over everything, all of her filth out there, public, for everybody to see and share. Her naked body passed around, her lust shown to anyone who cared to look. Would he eventually stop?
DarkPassenger: It's for your own interest and satisfaction. After all isn't this, exactly this kind of thing, that gets you going? The scenario you've imagined for years, finally becoming reality?
SluttyAlex: Yes.
It was true. And she was broken by her inability to deny it. It would have been lying to herself. And most of all it wouldn't have mattered.
DarkPassenger: I've seen your arousal. I've heard you edge. This is what you want, isn't it, Alex?
DarkPassenger: Make your choice. Go on. It will be easy, I promise. This is what it's all about: making it easier for you to become your true self.
Yes.
*
Alex waited a few minutes roaming around the store, hiding behind the stands, before approaching the cash desk once she was sure there wasn't a queue or actually anybody around.
Given the number of morning customers there was only one desk open. She took a deep breath and walked towards it. She could feel the shorts tightening up on her crotch and her butt crack as she moved, her tits bouncing and making it hard for the tight top to stay all the way down, the hem of the sweatshirt dangerously dancing over her nipples.
- Hello!
- Hi... I'd like to recycle this.
- Yes, of course. You know how it works? You'll get a £5 credit that...
- Yes, yes I know. Thanks.
- Ok then.
- So you're purchasing...
Only then the guy behind the desk actually looked at her. He tried not to linger on that view, but it wasn't easy even if he could see just the upper half of Alex's body.
Alex handed him three price tags, the ones she took off the clothes she was already wearing.
- Uhm these... - he started without knowing exactly what he was going to ask
- I'm sorry. I tried 'em on and I liked them so I decided to leave them on. Is it ok?
Alex was biting her lips, her face was flushed and she was keeping her eyes down. She wanted to die. She was even afraid the guy could smell her sweat and excitement. She smelled like sex, her nostrils were full of that intoxicating odour, and her pussy wasn't giving her any break. Right now it felt like she was rubbing it even if she wasn't; every step towards the desk, every quick glance to her lewd body the guy tried to steal had sent waves of pleasure straight to her groin and her brain.
- Yes... No, no I'm sorry. We don't usually allow customers to do that. I mean. You're supposed to pay for your items first. The tags should be processed while still...
- Yes, yes, I know, I'm so sorry, the thing is... I had to trade in this dress and... sorry I'm just so stupid, I didn't think that...
God this was a nightmare. And it was about to get worse.
- Alex?
The voice came from behind the cash desk. A girl just exited the back-office. Alex couldn't honestly tell if she knew her or not, but frankly her mind was somewhere else right now.
- It's ok Nate, I'll take it so you can go on break.
- Yeah, thanks Amy.
Amy? Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
She remembered her now. A couple of nights ago, Susie's friend.
It couldn't be happening.
Alex shielded her chest with her arms the best she could without raising suspicion just as Amy took her coworker's place.
- Good to see you. Nate is a bit of a pain in the ass. What do you need?
- Hey, uhm... Hi. I, you know, I was trying on some clothes and I really liked them so I thought there was no harm in leaving them on. Only, I took off the price tags to pay for them, and...
- No problem. Happens to me all the time. And you were recycling this dress?
- Yes, yes thanks.
- Pity, it still looks fine to me. Anyway, just a second.
Maybe running into Amy wasn't so bad after all. Still could she get a sense of how she was actually dressed? What will she tell Susie?
- Alright. Here's your receipt. Do you need a bag for your old clothes?
- What? Oh no, no thank you. So, good to see you. And thanks a lot.
- Amy coming to the rescue! Anytime.
- Cheers.
Alex had already moved one step away but with her heart picking up a faster beat she noticed Amy was coming around the counter.
- Going for a run?
- Yeah, I skipped yoga yesterday, I have to make up for it.
- I wish I had that kind of discipline. I'm such a slacker.
Amy now could see her in all her splendour. Alex tried to look decent keeping her arms up to her chest, but there wasn't much she could do about the rest. She felt naked. She wondered if the small wet patch on the shorts was still there and visible.
- I'll be seeing Susie later. You could join us for lunch or something if you don't have anything else to do after your training.
- Well I'm always a mess after, and right after lunch I have this seminar, so...
- She's always talking about you these days. She has a very high opinion of you. You're reviewing her paper?
- Yes, yes, that's right.
- I think it's brilliant. I told her there's enough material there to get a book deal.
- Oh well, I don't know, I just read the first chapter.
- You need to read the whole thing, it's illuminating. Brilliant.
- I guess we'll get to it once...
- I'm sorry. You must be reading that kind of thing all the time, probably write it too. I'm just, I try to be supportive.
- No, no you're right, I think there's more to what I've read too.
- Let's take a selfie to let Susie know you're here.
- What? No, there's no...
But Amy was already holding her phone and giving out her best dorky smile to the camera as she reached with her left arm around Alex's waist. Alex couldn't do anything but force a smile full of shame.
God knows what was in that picture.
- Let's see if she can call in and add a seat.
- Oh no, really, thank you, but I really can't. Some other time.
- Alright alright. Another time then.
- Sure.
As she walked away giving her an embarrassed smile Alex couldn't help but imagine what the girl was thinking watching her from behind wearing those skin-tight shorts. She couldn't help but think there was something off in Amy's attitude. Maybe she was just the kind of positive forthcoming person Alex hardly ever was, a little bit like Laura. And why was everyone so good at making her feel inappropriate and inadequate?
The killer mix of shame and arousal created a thick fog in her head. Talking about Susie's work dressed like that in the middle of a store made her feel strange. Somewhat like reading her paper in the same seat where she put on a cam show for a dozen perverts watching her masturbate in public...
The space she lost was the separation between herself and her fantasies, the version of herself she used to imagine in bed at night, when arousal overwhelmed her mind, and the one that woke up in the morning. Over a few days it had all been mixed up in a blender and it was getting harder to tell apart SluttyAlex from Alex Marshall.
*
- Hey.
- Hey gal. You've been up for what? 10 hours now?
- You know where I was 10 hours ago. And honestly it's hard to believe I'm up and functioning with 4 hours of work and 3 hours of sleep.
- We'll get you coffee, benedicts and bottomless mimosas to fix that.
- I'm wide awake already, but I'll accept your gentle offer, Miss Grant.
- So let me lead the way, Miss Perkins.
- Ah, wait, I must show you something. Guess who popped up at the store 'bout an hour ago.
- Me mum.
- No dummy, your mother only shops in Soho.
- Soho? That's where new money shops, dear. You shouldn't go there unless you want to get ripped.
- Shush. Here you go.
- Oh my god is that her? Is she wearing anything below the waist? I can't honestly see.
- Maybe you'd like to get a better look. Here, I have a video for you.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 1 year agoI'm counting on the "gift" she's about to get from the app. The pro user might have something to do with the gift, or add some more mandatory gift that Alex must use. The gift itself might not be that ordinary at all, might have something more to it than a butt plug, some hidden features. Many possibilities.
Anonymousover 1 year agoWow. Are you kidding author ? Seriously ? I suspect we all check the comments of the last chapter, like twice a day ! :) We are all drooling for more. Much like doggies at an all-steak barbeque.
Personally I can't wait for the moment that Alex shows her face for the app. VERY interested to see how you arrive at that. What it feels like when you do. Is it Pure Lust of the moment that drives Alex to that ? Is she forced to it by Options she cannot accept. Or maybe it's reasoning of some sort. Like that she's been exposed in real life to the point that it is not going to matter soon anyway. Or maybe it is like an acknowledgement of what she is. King of a reconciliation with self. Or perhaps you've got other things planned for that special special moment when ALL on her feed see her obscene and glorious, and with clear face that makes her more vulnerable than she has EVER been in her life. .. Cannot wait. Maybe her face should be revealed in a couple separate events that show partial features. Maybe it should involve more 'accidents' where she is not focused on the framing of her camera. Drool. Drool. Drool.
erotica4theshyexhibitionistover 1 year agoAuthorHi guys, I really like how you are engaged by this story and its themes. Reading your comments is always interesting and useful, both the ones that make me focus on specific aspects of the story and the ones about the broader kinks that this kind of narrative implies.
I don't know if anyone actually checks the comments to the last chapter after you've read it but I wanted to let you know that chapter 15 will be up any day now.
Anonymousover 1 year agoDarkPassenger: You look like the kind of girl with repressed impulses that I would love to train. You don't even realize how broken you already are, Alex.
Further to what I said in a comment below -- I love the above lines. Alex does not yet 'know herself'. At least not well. Has yet to recognize how strongly the forces of sexual submission are within her. And that she is very well suited to an 'exposure journey' of submission. She has made choices, over a very long time. At first listened with interest to the unusual whisperings offered during adolescent masturbations. Allowed them over years of time to guide her readings. Opening her mind increasingly to their feeling tones, their promises of shadowed sexual bliss. Stoked her needy hunger. She had been making choices all along the way. Choices that with each mental indulgence, each submissive act, each approach closer to the flames, has placed a new bond on her. A new chain making a return to a more reserved, more controlled and upstanding former self ... less possible, less likely. Inhibitions, in support of society's sexual mores were being weakened. Always. By the time the Turnons app entered her life, she was more than ready for it. And hence DarkPassenger's words.
We submissive humans (of all possible genders) are very much the same. And for those that have been called to a submissive SLUT destiny -- the road is a common one. The internet has been a potent enabler of such journeys. How many of us reading here have naked pics on the net ? I'll bet a few -- easily.
Can't wait for the next chapter. Oh, and PS: It's all just fantasy.
Anonymousover 1 year agoThe 'slut exposure activity'. Much can be thought about it. And talked about it. Both as a facet of our species' sexual reproduction, and of its essence. Submission. Domination. Obviously central. And the first not just to a partner of the second, but also to ones internal drives and lusts.
There was a Star Trek episode where Spock's vulcan side reared his (cock) head, and seemingly All of the emotion missing from the rest of his life had expression in a short period of 'rut', where the need to mate blocked out all rational guidance, and he was capable of killing competitors, or their legal stand-ins (Kirk), to gain access to his target mate. I look back on that episode as my first exposure to our species' dismay at the power of primal sexuality to suppress 'rational' faculties, and our need to understand it better (at least when we are not needing to fuck and 'reason' has a chance).
One thing I have noticed in 'slut exposure' stories, and related content (pics/vids) and players on the 'net, is that different people choose differently where to draw a comfort line, between stuff that works for them, and stuff that does not. Many focus on the notion of 'consent' to help them draw that line. But other notions can also support the line. Like flavors of debasement, acceptable to some, and not to others. And while it can be clear when two people are very different in what they are comfortable with, an individual's line itself can be blown all over the place when things heat up. And drift with time.
I really love the author's exploration of such things as Alex is awakened to the existence and power of the monster within.
