Caveat: If this reached your colleague, I would imagine the shitstorm that follows will be less than ideal. It’ll ruin you, won’t it?
Neha fought every instinct to hurl all sorts of abuse at this motherfucker, knowing for sure that with just whatever means he had access to he could readily destroy her life in one second. All it took was sending those same photos to someone vindictive like Allison – whom Neha was obligatorily friends with on Lifebook – and Neha was finished.
Me:…What do you want?
Caveat: I want you to know I’m dead serious. You seem to understand the situation. All you need to do, is as I say. And your life remains intact. Every word I say, regardless. Agreed?
Neha was barely in the mood by now to even consider having her smoke; her throat was dry to the point of nausea due to the adrenaline, echoing in her mind the crushing realization that this Caveat fellow, whoever he, or they, were, was in complete control.
There was no bargaining, no return… and no escape. She stood awkwardly in silence contemplating the direction her life took in just those few short days; her freedom disintegrating like dust in the wind.
-2 DAYS LATER, 12:29AM, SOMEWHERE IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD-
The balmy midnight air greeted Neha, who was glad she chose something sleeveless to wear while her bare feet touched the rough concrete and asphalt as she made her way slowly to the alleyway which held the path of her fate.
Her outfit was well-thought out, in general; thinking that she might need to do some running if the situation got ridiculous, she opted to don some tight fitting shorts for mobility. It also served a secondary aesthetic purpose of showing off her curvaceously round ass, which given the dim lighting conditions of the alleyway had her hoping won’t appear as scandalous.
“12:29AM… Almost time” she said to herself, not wanting to risk angering Caveat by being late even by a minute. As the clock hit a half hour past midnight, her fingers braced themselves to respond and just like clockwork, her captor made his appearance as the Snaptalk notification came up:
Caveat: Have you prepared everything I said?
Me: Yes Sir… Only Four articles of clothes… I’m wearing a Tank Top, Yoga shorts, Bra and Panties. No shoes… and no Mask… I’m at the alley behind the park.
With that, Neha sent a quick snap selfie of herself to her master to confirm her wardrobe and her location.
Caveat: Good. Now it’s time to begin.
Neha’s hands trembled with trepidation as she gripped her phone, the only other item which was permitted by her master Caveat to bring along on this night of adventure.
Of course, “adventure” being a loose term here, given that she was more or less blackmailed by her now established owner, who explicitly told her that she was to bring along only four items of clothing – and that included each other shoe if she chose footwear – hence her decision to go barefoot.
She’d considered wearing a mask, which would’ve counted toward the Four clothing limit, and figured out she could forgo the bra as long as her identity was protected. However, knowing she could be put into a precarious situation she’d opted to wear the bra at the last minute instead, as though giving herself some semblance of security if her master was merciful enough to let her keep it on, which she doubted was somehow possible.
Caveat: Repeat the rules I listed out for tonight.
Me:…Rule One. I must follow and execute your every command…
Me:…Rule Two. I am only allowed a maximum of Four Items of clothing at any moment…
Me:…And Rule Three. Anything that happens to me is my fault, not my master’s…
Caveat: You remembered well. But so do parrots. It’s time to see how you follow through… with action and not just words.
Neha’s thoughts returned to wondering how Caveat had known that she’d left her office, how he knew Allison was there. Did he somehow have access to the cameras at her workplace? Was it just someone at work, after all, watching her? There wasn’t much point thinking about it now, though. Whoever Caveat was, Neha knew her life was always just one click away from ruination, and the poor girl was at the mercy of a morally ambiguous tyrant.
No time to ponder. No point in thinking. She was only to do, and do her best at that.
Caveat: There’s a garden with a fountain 2 blocks up ahead. That’ll be your first destination.
Me: Yes Sir… I’m walking now.
As Neha slowly walked out of the safety of cover the alleyway provided, part of her was thankful she no longer had to deal with the weird smells and flies buzzing about in that dank narrow passage. The other part of her, however, grew all the more apprehensive as she was more than aware she was no longer hidden in the darkness, wondering whether Caveat wanted her out in the light, visible to all.
The streetlights cast a warm glow from above and as Neha walked past a shop-front she caught her reflection in the glass window illuminated by the yellowish glow. It was an opportunity to look upon herself with still some dignity intact, for she had no idea how far her master would have her be degraded that night. All she could do was hope, and with one last look at herself still being a person with some semblance of their will remaining, she walked away from her reflection ever forward to her destination.
It was a nice, quiet garden; small and quaint, it had a well-carved fountain in the center square, all in all occupying but a tiny alcove with a few iron gates strewn about the place. The water in the fountain hadn’t been running for some time now, having gone stagnant and rank. After traversing the threshold, Neha made her way to said fountain and went to her phone for her next step.
Me: I’ve reached the fountain Sir.
Caveat: Take off your panties.
Me: But Sir, I’m wearing shorts?
Caveat: And? Take off your shorts, then your panties. Place your panties neatly on the fountain dish, then put your shorts back on.
Me: But I’ll be exposed during…
Caveat: You sound almost like you’ve forgotten Rule One. Shall I show you what happens if you disobey?
Neha heaved a sigh of resignation as she realized there was almost little to no wiggle room for questioning her master.
Me: I’ll do it…
Caveat: You’ll do it, who?
Me: I’ll do it Sir.
With that, Neha placed her phone on the fountain dish as she took a long look about the vicinity, ensuring that nobody was within line of sight. Like so many times before she’d done so, only this time the pressure of not being able to control how far she could take things was taking the coy fun out of it. This was deep shit she’d found herself in, and there was no telling how or when it could end, if at all. He could verily keep her as his own sex slave for all she knew, and had no way of fighting it should the notion possess his mind.
“All clear” she said to herself as she pulled down her shorts, exposing the big juicy ass as if to some invisible watcher behind in that somewhat overgrown garden, the thin red lacy fabric of her panties hugging each cheek tightly as her butt jiggled while regaining her footing. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her panties down to her ankles in one quick motion on exhale, partially relieved to be rid of the constricting garment. If it wasn’t under such circumstances she would’ve almost enjoyed being bottomless in public.