Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2017 16:35:20 -0400
From: Charles E. Campbell <pauliner@37.com>
Subject: Udaredanae.com

Udaredanae.com (F/F, F-Self, Humiliation, Exhibition, Consensual) By
Charles E. Campbell pauliner@37.com 2016
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Synopsis: The story of how a young woman discovered the truth about herself
and used it to become financially successful.
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It was two years ago this past May. I had just turned
twenty-five a couple of weeks before that. It wasn't something I had planned, nor was
it something I had ever even fantasized about before then. It's just that it
happened that one afternoon after work, and ever since then, it has become
the total focus of my life. My purpose, really. I am always thinking about
it, where to do it, how to do it, when to do it. It was on that day when I
became completely obsessed with exhibitionism. It was one of those days in
mid-May where summer heat and humidity strikes early and catches everyone
unprepared, as a wicked harbinger of what's to come. The commuter bus I rode home
on from my mundane job as a receptionist for a law firm was an oven that
evening, the air conditioning not even pretending to work at all. My blouse
was soaked through front, back, and sides, and it clung to me like a second
clammy sticky skin. My light tan midi length skirt was dotted with large sweat
spots along both of my thighs. My hair was a greasy lifeless mess hanging
in clumps from my head. Beads of sweat dripped from my forehead and upper
lip.  I was morbidly aware of the fact that my antiperspirant had quit being
useful not long after leaving the office and hitting the searing heat of the
concrete sidewalks. All I wanted at that point was a long cool shower and a
few tall glasses of iced tea. The three block walk from the bus stop to my
building was brutal and seemed interminable. The heat coming up off the
sidewalk on the breezeless street just adding to the oppressiveness of it all. At
the time, I was living on the third floor of a four story walk-up with a
brick facade, in a one bedroom apartment that had an old window unit a/c I had
gotten for $35 from a neighbor when she moved out of the building.  By the
time I was fumbling with my sweaty hands to put the key in my door, sweat was
running down my face, burning my eyes, making my panties so soaked it felt
like I had peed myself! The apartment was stifling, as I moved zombie like
through the three small rooms closing the windows, stripping off my clothes
and dropping them on the floor as I went. I was naked by the time I pushed
the power button on the a/c and listened as the compressor in the ancient
machine seemed to groan as it struggled to life. It was 6:15 in the evening. A
quick stop at the fridge for a big glass of iced tea that I greedily gulped
down. I refilled the glass and headed straight for the bathroom and a long
cool shower, the final item on my agenda for the night. I started the water
warm, gradually turning off all the hot water, until I was soaking under the
invigorating pulsation of straight cold water.  My body was covered in goose
bumps and my little nipples were as hard as pebbles when I finally stepped
out. I glanced at the clock on the vanity and saw that it was now 6:45. It
was at that moment that everything in my life changed forever. Normally at
this point, I would have toweled myself dry and wrapped myself up in a towel
from my armpits to my knees. (My hair is always cut very short, ala Peter Pan,
so a quick rub with the towel suffices there).  Then it would have been
straight to the bedroom, where I would have quickly donned a fresh pair of
panties and a 2XL t shirt. Duration of nakedness outside of the shower, probably
30 seconds max. But for some reason that night, I stood looking at my naked
image in the bathroom mirror. I spent over ten minutes looking at my
reflection, studying myself from my face down as far as the mirror would allow,
even standing on my tip toes and leaning in over the sink to increase my field
of vision. I took it all in, the muscles of my neck , the out line of my
collarbones, the shape and color of my areolas, the flat space on my chest
between my small breasts, the slight curve from my navel to my pubic hair. I
looked at every visible square inch. This was something I had never in my
life done before. Absolutely never! I had been raised in a very strict
Christian family, where I was taught that the naked human form was dirty and sinful.
Bathing was the only time one should be undressed, and then for only as
long as it took to get clean. ( I should probably fill you in on what I saw in
the mirror. I'm 5'3" tall, weigh 105 pounds and have very short reddish
brown hair. My breasts are a 32B, my waist 22 inches, and my bush is natural in
shape, very thick and curly, and matches the color of the hair on my head.)
What happened next I have no valid or rational reason for, and believe me,
I have given it a tremendous amount of thought. I hung up my bath towel on
the rack, picked up my half empty glass of tea, and padded naked to the
kitchen to fix my supper, which I ate naked. I spent the entire evening reading
and watching TV, also naked, and when I went to bed,  I was still naked,
(prior to that evening, I always was dressed for bed). In fact, I didn't get
dressed until five minutes before leaving my apartment to head off to work the
next morning at 8:00AM. I had been completely naked for thirteen hours and
forty-five minutes straight, and I was ecstatic! I felt free, liberated, and
honest! The next day the weather had broken, the oppressive heat and
humidity was gone, so it was for very different reasons that I took off all of my
clothes as soon as I had gotten home and had shut the door to my apartment.
Reflecting back, I was just so happy the day before, that I just wanted to be
naked again. It was on that day that I resolved to be naked whenever I was
in my apartment. In fact, it was right then that I established a rule for
myself, the first of many more to come, which mandated me to get naked the
instant I stepped over the threshold, even if I hadn't yet gotten the door
shut. I was to begin undressing when I stepped into the apartment. Friday
evening, I made a quick detour to the grocery store for some items, as I had plans
to be naked from when I got in until I had to go to work Monday morning.
About 60 hours of continuous nudity. My pussy had been wet all day at work
thinking about it. I had a very difficult time concentrating on my work. (I
was not, however, at all disappointed in my weekend!). By the middle of June,
I had learned, via the internet, that a nude beach, (clothing optional),
existed in Sandy Hook, NJ. And to make it all the more inviting, a ferry from
E. 35th St in Manhattan would take me right there! Checking the projected
weather report, I vowed to make my naked outdoor debut that very Saturday! My
stomach was doing flips as I walked over the dunes and was suddenly faced
with hundreds of naked people. All shapes and sizes, ages and races of both
genders were well represented, (although there were more males than females
that day).I found a spot for my towel and beach chair, and with one quick
breath, I removed my bathing suit. No one looked! No one cared! I lathered up
with sunscreen and was stark naked in the warm air and bright sun with a large
group of kindred spirits. (Yes, I saw a few perverts, and some dressed
ooglers trying to discretely steal some photos, but for the most part, everyone
was very respectful).  I visited that beach six more times that summer. The
next big change for me, and one could mount a fairly decent argument that it
was the biggest change of all, was when I was found out. My little "secret"
discovered.  I had gotten too brazen, and by that, one could understand,
careless, or maybe even reckless. My rule of undressing had gained an little
addendum, which required that I disrobe with my apartment door wide open.
Once I was fully naked, I could then close the door. Not before. I had just
stepped out of my panties when I heard a "Hey Danae," and my friend Ashleigh
from the second floor burst in and almost knocked me over. She did a classic
double take when she saw I was naked, and I quickly reached around behind
her and shut the door. I felt my face instantly flush, and yet I sensed a
strong tingle in my pussy at the same time. "What are you doing, Danae," she
asked, her eyes staring at my total nakedness. I've never been particularly
adept at spontaneous lies, so after an uncomfortable pause, I settled for the
truth. "Ashleigh, I just really enjoy being naked. I hope I'm not offending
you." "Offending me? You're kidding, right? It would take a whole lot more
than your naked body to offend me, I can assure you of that! So when did
all this start?" She didn't stop looking at my breasts as she spoke. I
started to pull on my clothes before answering her, and Ash stopped me, saying, "
If you're not embarrassed, I know I'm not. Don't get dressed again on my
account. You can be naked in front of me. It's cool. I don't mind." I spent
the next hour telling Ashleigh how I had started becoming a nudist, and what I
had been doing in pursuing my newfound interest. When I was through, she
said, "Sounds to me like you might want to ramp it up a bit, so it stays fresh
for you. You know, keep it exciting." "Sure," I agreed. "I'd like that."
"Well then, how about from now on, when you're sitting, you keep your
knees apart. I would think that might make you feel even more naked and exposed."
 I hesitated for a moment at her suggestion, until she barked, "Spread your
legs open, slut. Show me your cunt!" I jumped up, quite startled, but
obeyed her. "That's better. I think you have to be more open to be really nude.
In fact, why don't you put your feet up on the sofa so your wet little whore
hole is completely out in the open." I was mortified at what she wanted me
to do, but still I did it. Ashleigh didn't say anything for a few minutes,
but she made sure I knew she was looking at my exposed sex. "I have plans for
tonight, otherwise I would stay here with you," Ashleigh said. "Have you
got a spare key to your apartment?" "Yes, it's in the fruit bowl on the
kitchen table." "Go and get it for me," she said. I got up an went to retrieve
the key, strangely excited by the knowledge she was watching my naked form.
As I handed the key to her, she said, " I like your rule about being naked
in your apartment at all times, and I'm going to help to insure that you keep
your promise to yourself. I'll be coming in here whenever I like to check
on you. I won't call first. You'll never know when I'll show up, so I would
suggest that you remember the rules that you yourself set up. "Go and open
the shades on those front windows," she ordered. "B....but the lights are
on, Ash. Anyone in the building across the street will be able to see me!" "
And.........so what? Isn't that what you really want anyway? You're not a
nudist, Danae, you're an exhibitionist. You get turned on by knowing others
can watch you in the buff. Now, open up those fucking shades!" The next
weekend came and went, but I didn't encounter Ashleigh. I obeyed my rules and was
always naked in the apartment, and I kept the front shades open all the time
as well. Then one night as I came home from work, I found Ashleigh sitting
on my couch as I walked in. We didn't exchange words as I got undressed
facing her. Just as I finished folding my clothes and placing them neatly on a
chair, a woman whom I had never met walked out of my bathroom. "Danae, this
is my friend Phoebe. We've known each other since college." "Hello, Danae,"
Phoebe said, watching my reaction to this surprise visit. I didn't know
whether to run or scream and quickly tried to cover myself with my hands. "
Come, come, slut, what kind of an exhibitionist displays modesty? Put your
fucking hands down and come show Phoebe how I taught you to sit on the couch,"
Ashleigh said sternly. Resigned, but at the same time feeling my pussy
becoming aroused, I complied with her order and sat down on the couch with my feet
up touching my buttocks and my knees wide apart. Phoebe took two steps
closer to me and bent over to inspect my sex. She even used her fingers to spread
the wet lips further apart and expose the inner recesses of my pussy. "Well
Ash, I'm of the opinion that the hair must all go if she's to be exposed
completely. But you knew of my preferences in this area before. If you're
looking to humiliate her some, I would suggest making her grow her arm pit hair
out, and get her used to showing it off." "Put your hands behind your head
and lock your fingers, bitch," Ashleigh commanded, and I obeyed. "See, Ash,
" Phoebe added as she pinched my armpit between two fingers,  "if she's
made to grow that pit hair out and learns to always sit like this, it'll draw
one's eyes to it instantly." "I see what you mean," Ashleigh concurred. "
>From now on, whore, you will no longer shave your pits," she said to me. "
Okay," I answered meekly "Doesn't she have a formal address for you, Ash,"
Phoebe asked incredulously?  "Okay is hardly an appropriate or respectful
answer from this cunt." "What would you suggest, Phoebe?" "Ma'am is good.
Vague enough to not be overt, yet strong enough to show the respect she should
be giving you." "Slut, from now on you shall only address me as Ma'am, is
that understood," Ashleigh said. "Yes, Ma'am," I replied obediently. "Let'
s order some pizza," Ashleigh suggested, "I'm famished. We can wax her
disgusting cunt after we eat." When the buzzer rang announcing the arrival of
the pizza , I was told to buzz the delivery boy in, and when he knocked on my
apartment door with the pie, I answered it naked, and handed him the money
plus a fat tip. I'll never forget the look on that teen's face when he saw
me in the doorway. After we ate, and I cleaned up the dishes, I was told to
lie on my back on the table while Ashleigh and Phoebe meticulously waxed my
nether regions, even down and around my anus. They left after they had
finished their task. I looked in my full length mirror on my bedroom door at my
hairless groin. A fleeting thought that I was getting in too deep flashed in
my head, but it was just as quickly replaced with an urge to stand in the
living room and play with myself with all the lights ablaze, hoping someone
might notice me. When I got up to get ready for work, I noticed there was an
envelope that had been slid under my door over night. "cunt" was written on
the envelope in Ashleigh's hand. I opened it and read the terse note inside: "
Gather up all of your bras, pantyhose, slips, and panties, put them in bags
and donate them in a clothing bin. From now on, you will only wear dresses
or skirts to work. I expect you to keep that bush the way Phoebe and I
prepared it for you." It was simply signed "A". I now felt naked wherever I
went, no more "second line" of protection under my clothes. I'm sure my braless
breasts were often discernable under a few of my lighter colored tops, as
my areolas are quite dark and my nipples are in a perpetual state of
hardness. Ashleigh continued to "pop in" on occasion to check up on my compliance
with our rules. A few times Phoebe came with her. Once Phoebe came alone. I
heard the key in the lock on my door, and expecting to see Ashleigh, I was
surprised to see Phoebe come in alone and close the door. "I want you to stand
in front of the window," she said. I got up and walked over to the front
window. "Face the window." I turned. "Look across the street, three windows
from the left, the one with the blue drape slightly open." I scanned the
building across the street and located the window. "Keep your eyes on the window.
" Phoebe moved two lamps over on either side of me so that my naked body
was fully lit up in the open window. I saw the drape across the street part
and a naked man with binoculars appeared in the window, and he was pleasuring
himself. "What do you see, slut," Phoebe asked rhetorically? "A naked man
looking at me through a pair of binoculars and playing with himself, um.......
" "Mistress will be fine, cunt." "Yes, Mistress." "Well then, don't you
think it would be polite if you joined him in a Jack and Jill so he can
enjoy himself more?" "Wh....what," I stammered. "Are you fucking deaf? Spread
your goddamn legs apart and play with yourself, you useless whore! The next
time I tell you to do something you had better obey me, and without any
hesitation. Do you understand? Don't make me tell Ashleigh of your disobedience!"
 "No, Mistress, please don't tell her. I'll obey you. I promise I will,
but please don't tell her!" "Well then, touch yourself, but don't you dare
cum. Keep your eyes on that window and watch while that man enjoys himself
the entire time!" "Yes, Mistress." I licked the middle finger of my right
hand, (although it was completely unnecessary by that point as I was
saturated), and started to rub my swollen clit. I could see that the pace of the man's
hand had increased when he saw me masturbating for him. In less than
fifteen seconds I saw his body spasm, and I realized he had cum. He waved to me
and shut his drapes. "You may stop now, slut," Phoebe instructed me. "Yes,
Mistress." "I want you to watch that window every evening, and if you see any
movement in it at all, you are to set up the lights as they are now, and
touch yourself for him until he waves you away. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress."
Over the next two weeks the man appeared in the window four or five times
and we repeated our voyeuristic scene. I found that each time it became more
and more of a challenge for me to not cum myself, as my arousal grew, but I
was afraid that through his binoculars he would notice if I did, and I
feared he might inform Phoebe of my transgression. One Saturday afternoon, the
three of us piled into Phoebe's car and drove out into the suburbs. We pulled
over in a parking lot in some town park, where I was made to get out and
undress. Ashleigh took my clothes and locked them into the trunk. I was told to
drive the car. As we drove up the road, Ashleigh spotted a fast food drive
up and said, "Pull in. I'm hungry." We gave our orders and waited in line.
When we reached the window, a young girl said, "That's $23.75, please." She
almost screamed when she saw me. Phoebe and Ashleigh took their sweet time
putting the monies together, while a group of the girl's coworkers gathered
at the window to look me over. Almost all of them putting the cameras in the
cell phones to heavy use. All three of us were laughing hysterically as I
drove away. Phoebe, who was seated in the passenger seat next to me got
suddenly serious and said, "You really enjoy all of this, don't you Danae?" I
stopped laughing as well. When I stopped for a traffic light, I turned to her
and said, "Yes, Phoebe. I honestly do. I've never felt so alive in my life
before this, and I want to thank you both for helping me to realize it all."
We hit three more drive-through that afternoon, and had the same reception
at two of them. The woman at the window of the third one was in her sixties
and didn't find any humor or happiness in my naked display. "You drive on
out of her, you little pig," she exclaimed, "Before I call the police!" Half
an hour later, and many miles from there, Ashleigh told me to pull the car
to the side of the road and get out. Phoebe slid across into the driver's as
I stood on the street. "We're going to drive up two blocks ahead of you
and pull over," Ashleigh said. "You aren't to move from this spot until you
see us park the car. At that time, you can start walking, not running, up the
sidewalk towards us. When you get to the car, I'll pop the trunk, you may
remove your clothes and get dressed and then you may get in the car and we'll
all go home. Should we see you start walking too early, or if you move at
any pace faster than a normal walking speed, we'll drive ahead another two
blocks. Do you understand me, Danae?" "Yes, Ma'am," I answered, my stomach
in knots as I heard passing cars already honking at me and announcing my
presence. Phoebe blew the horn several times herself as they abandoned me there,
drawing the attention of passersby on both sides of the street. I stood
still, watching them leave , the first time ever I had publicly been the only
naked body around. Phoebe seemed to wait an overly long time at the stop sign
up at the corner before continuing on down the road. After what seemed
ages, especially based on the number of cell phones that were hastily recording
my running afoul of the public decency laws, I saw her signal come on and
she  parked the car. Taking a deep breath, I held my head up high, pulled my
shoulders back, and began my walk up the sidewalk to the car. Most people
gave me a wide berth on the sidewalk and then stopped and stared as I walked
by, many more took pictures, while others shook their heads in disbelief. One
yuppie soccer Mommy tried hard to shield her two young kids from my "obscene
behavior," as she labeled it. But with each step that I took, my
butterflies diminished, and a broad smile broke out on my face, reflecting my pride in
my boldness and defiant nudity. When I reached Phoebe's car, the trunk had
been popped, but I shut it, and remained naked as I got back into the front
passenger seat. My pussy was dripping! Ashleigh allowed me to play with
myself as a reward. One night that January, I was sitting in my apartment alone
and naked. The shades were up and all of the lights on, my "partner" across
the street had failed to show, when my phone rang. "Hello, Danae, it's me,"
 Ashleigh said. "Hello, Ma'am." "I'm having a small party and would like
it very much if you would pop down and attend." "When and where, Ma'am?" "
Well, right now actually, in my apartment. Please come down and join us." "I
'd be happy to, Ma'am." Just as I was about to hang up, Ashleigh added, "
It's a come as you are when invited party, slut, if you catch my meaning."
The silence on my end prompted Ashleigh to say, "Do I have to come up there
and bring you down here myself, slut?" "N....no, Ma'am. I......I'll be
right down." "See that you are, cunt. Don't make me wait!" I hung up and
panic struck me as I thought of who I might encounter as I walked down the long
hallway to the stairs and then down one flight to the hall leading to
Ashleigh's apartment. Our building has six apartments per floor, four floors, and
only one staircase. Only the tenants in the apartments on the ground floor
don't use the stairs. A quick trip to the bathroom to pee and add deodorant
to my hair covered pits, and I was cowering behind my door, listening for
sounds in the hall. Hearing none, I opened the door a crack and peered out,
listening intently for footfalls. Mustering what courage I could, I stepped out
into the hall and closed the door behind me, realizing that now I was
totally committed, as I had no key with me to reenter my apartment. I walked
briskly down the hall towards the stairs, where I paused again, and listened.
Then I ran down the stairs and bolted for Ashleigh's apartment. I rang the
bell, looking all around nervously. I could hear people on the other side of
the door, but no one opened it for me. I rang the bell again, and Ashleigh
opened it up. "Impatient little slut, aren't you? "Here," she said handing me
a key. "I didn't get my mail today. Would you be so kind as to go and get
it for me?" Not waiting for my answer, she closed the door and once again I
was naked in the hallway. The mailboxes in our building were located in the
entry foyer, right next to the staircase but also in plain view of the
double glass doors which opened directly out onto a public sidewalk. I slowly
padded down the stairs to the foyer, my eyes focused on the doors, trying to
see through them out to the sidewalk. I could see people walking past the
doors outside. Waiting a second before committing myself, I listened once more,
and then sprinted for the mailboxes. I was so frightened that I dropped the
keys two times before successfully opening the box and pulling out the mail.
Hastily I closed the box and ran up the stairs, the sound of the front door
opening up behind me caught my ears just as I turned the corner and hit the
hallway to Ashleigh's. Again I was made to wait for her door to open, but
this time I was allowed in, only to come face to face with eleven people, six
female and five male, all of whom were dressed. Being that the theme of the
gathering was come as you are, the radically different manners of dress was
really to be expected, that is of course excepting for me! One couple was
in gym work out clothes, a man was in just his pajama bottoms, two women were
in lacy nighties and are were barefoot,  the remaining three men were all
in business attire, while Ashleigh, Phoebe and the other woman were dressed
in sweaters and blue jeans. All eyes were upon me as I stood in front of
them. No one spoke, and the shock that was registering on their faces told me
Ashleigh hadn't forewarned them about how I was dressed when I was invited."
This is Danae, my neighbor," Ashleigh said by way of introduction, after
allowing the guests a good look. "She spends as much of her free time naked as
she possibly can. Don't be put off by her, she actually prefers being naked
tan being clothed. Phoebe and I have yet to be able to find anything that
will embarrass or humiliate her, so all of you are most welcome to try if you'd
like. Danae won't mind in the least, will you, Danae?" "No Ma'am," I
answered, feeling my excitement begin to build. "Danae, please have a seat on
the couch." The guests all moved aside as I stepped between them and over to
the couch. I sat down, my feet up against my buttocks, knees apart, and hands
behind my head, fingers laced together. One of the men dressed in a suit
and tie came over to me and studied my face for a few seconds before
announcing, "Ashleigh, I will not be a party to whatever kind of perversion it is you'
re planning," and he turned and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the
door in his wake. "Danae is open to any suggestions you might have for her.
This is quite literally what she lives for, so please enjoy yourselves with
her," Phoebe said. The two women in nighties took quick advantage of Phoebe'
s invite and sat down on either side of me on the couch. Everyone was
watching as they took turns feeling my breasts and belly and sliding fingers up
into my willing pussy. They also ran their fingers through my armpit hair,
twirling it between their fingers and tugging on it gently. "Why do you keep
your pussy bald and your pits natural," the one on my right asked, as she
combed her fingers through my pit? "Ashleigh prefers me to be this way, that's
why" I replied. "I do anything she tells me to do." "Do you shave," the
one on the left inquired, spreading my nether lips apart with both hands? "
No. I get a Brazilian wax every three weeks, although I have an appointment
scheduled to begin laser hair removal treatments, as they are longer lasting
and give far better more permanent results. In fact I start this Saturday." "
May we take some pictures," the woman in the gym clothes asked? "Of course
you may," Phoebe said, "She's at your disposal. Take as many as you like,
and do anything you want with them. We told you, Danae doesn't care. You may
do anything you like with her." For the next few hours, I was licking
pussies and asses, sucking cocks, and being fucked in both my pussy and ass. All
the while, Ashleigh filmed the goings on, making sure to capture my face,
but never the faces of her guests.  When at long last they were sated, Phoebe
gave me a pair of very short shorts, nothing else and told me to put them
on. I was made to kneel on the floor and wait while the four guys jerked off
on my face. Ashleigh then told me that there was money in the front left
pocket of the shorts, and that I was to walk up to the corner store, buy a
lottery ticket, and bring it back to her. Only then would she give me her key to
my apartment so that I could go home. In New York City, it is not illegal
for a woman to be topless in public, so I had no fears of being arrested, but
in January, with cum on my face and in my hair, I certainly drew a lot of
attention as I waited for the clerk in the bodega. I'm sure he wanted to
prolong the length of footage he would get from the surveillance cameras in his
store. As soon as I got to work the next morning, I was summoned to the
office of my supervisor, Betty Lynch. She indicated that I should have a seat in
the chair facing her desk. "So, Danae, it seems that we have a bit of a
problem." "Oh, Ms. Lynch, what's wrong?" "It has been brought to my attention
that one of our employees has a large number of pornographic images of her
out on the internet." I felt instantly light headed and nauseous. "This firm
cannot and will not tolerate such lewd and lascivious behavior in it's
employees. We have a valued reputation to maintain" She waited a moment, letting
my anxiety levels grow. "I will give you two choices, since up until today,
you have been a valued employee. "You may resign and leave at once. Clear
out your desk and go. You will be given two weeks of severance pay, your
health care benefits will remain in force for the remainder of this quarter, and
you may call on me for a recommendation for new employ. This is overly
generous if you ask me. "Your other choice is for me to fire you right now, for
being found out to be a revolting and disgusting pervert. You will receive
no severance pay, nor will I, or anyone in this firm ever write you a
recommendation!" I was walking down the hall to my apartment an hour and a half
later, a small cardboard box holding my personal items out of my desk. The two
week severance pay plus my meager savings would allow me to stay where I was
a few months, but then what? I opened the door, set the box on the floor
and disrobed reflexively. Nudity seemed the only comfort I could find. Closing
the door behind me, I turned and was surprised when I saw Ashleigh and
Phoebe sitting on my couch with one of the men who had been wearing a suit the
night before. My head dropped in resignation, figuring they had brought him
there just to have his way with me again. "Look, Ma'am," I began, my head
down, "I just lost my job because of some pictures, probably from last night,
that are out on the internet now. I really don't think I can do whatever it
is you want me to do." "We know about your job, Danae," Ashleigh said. "
That asshole that made such a big stink about you last night and left the
party recognized you. He's the cousin of your ex-boss. He heard about the
pictures that they took last night and he ratted you out." I didn't comment. I
just shuffled to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. The man stood up as I
walked past and grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks. "If you'll
permit me," he began, "I have an idea that I think will help you out. I've
already spoken with your two friends here and they both think it's a great idea. "
By the way, I'm Tim, Tim O'Reilly." When I didn't respond, he continued, "
I have a tremendous amount of experience in setting up websites, I've been
doing it independently for the past nine years. "What I proposed to Ashleigh
and Phoebe was that I set up a website for you, a pay to be a member site.
We can talk about the membership fees, duration of membership, those sorts
of details afterward. "The members can submit things they'd like to see you
do. Like a dare. We could offer them an incentive for this involvement, like
three months free membership if you accept and carry out the challenge they
suggest. You would always have the final say as to whether or not you would
do anything. We could call it a challenge or dare. We would film you doing
the things you chose to do and post it on to your members only site." "I
was thinking of calling the site "Dare Me," Ashleigh interrupted excitedly.  "
Sure," Tim cut in, "We'll work all of those things out later. "I'm pretty
secure in saying that you'll be making whatever you had been making at your
job within three to four weeks time. After that, I would think the only
limits to your income would be your limits in accepting the members challenges."
 "Think of it, Danae," Ashleigh interrupted again. "You'd be getting paid
to do the things you love to do anyway! It's a win win!" "Yes," Phoebe
leapt up from the sofa and chimed in, "How can you lose? I mean, no offense,
but you're already out there on the net now anyway. There's no taking any of
that back. You might as well turn it to your advantage and get paid for it.
Tim even thinks the pictures that were taken last night will be free
advertising for your site! Like a teaser!" I sat down on the floor, somehow
remembering to bring my feet up to my butt and spread my knees, (How and why had
this now become so comforting to me?).  Ashleigh gave me a sternest look.  I
raised my arms and laced my fingers together behind my head. I really didn't
have a whole lot of options in front of me. "What will I need to do," I
asked softly. Tim answered, "Most of tech aspects will be my responsibility,
so you needn't have any concerns there. We do need, however, to discuss the f
inances now before we get too involved. Get it all ironed out and agreed
upon. We'll need to have a lawyer draw up formal contracts for the four of us,
have them signed and notarized. This will spell out individual job
descriptions and responsibilities, as well as the division of funds. "I was thinking
my share should be 20% of the net, while Ashleigh and Phoebe would each
receive 10%, and you would make 60%, as everything dealing with actually earning
the money will be from your efforts. "Ashleigh and Phoebe will be
responsible for reading the requests that come in for dares, sifting through them,
and dismissing any that could tie us up in legal situations, other than the
occasional misdemeanors for public lewdness and the like, of course. These we'
ll let our lawyer handle. The two of them will also be involved in helping
you plan and actually carry out your challenges. "Have you any questions so
far?" "What kind of time frame do you think we're looking at here," I
asked? "Well, it'll take me a good two weeks to design and get the site up and
running, but we'll need content ready to be uploaded before the first day.
The three of you will need to get going right away with filming your little
exploits and getting them into the computer for me. I should think an hour's
worth of material should suffice for starting up. After that, as the
challenges come in, you should probably figure on five or six new videos per week,
depending on their length. The site's members need to be seeing a constant
stream of fresh video to induce them to keep renewing their memberships."
Ashleigh, Phoebe and I set out straight away to gather video for the site. We
repeated some of things from our past, i.e. naked in the drive through, naked
walks on the street; cum walks and the like... We drove up north above the
suburbs three times and they filmed me naked in the snow, (For the record,
naked to me means totally, no shoes even, so those shots in deep snow were
very difficult. I view being barefoot at all times...as a trademark of mine).
One shoot was of me tied tightly to a pine tree with coarse heavy rope, while
Ashleigh and Phoebe pelted me with snowballs from my shoulders to my knees,
until my lips were blue and my entire body was red and covered in goose
bumps and I was shaking uncontrollably. We drove out to the Island and I walked
along a stretch of the beach, my feet in the frigid water. I even went
swimming and rolled in the sand, causing me to have to get back into the ocean
to wash it all off.  God my nipples shrunk that day! A park ranger almost
caught us too, it was my closest encounter with being caught to that date, (I
have since been arrested five times). Phoebe suggested we do some different
kinds of shoots to show the variety of challenges I was willing to try, like
insertions. We ran the gamut from your usual veggies, i.e. cucumbers;
celery; bananas and the like; to wine bottles, golf balls; ice cubes; thumb tacks
and even live goldfish! Ashleigh thought adding some spankings would also be
a good idea. They shot me naked over Ashleigh's knees while she spanked me
hard with her bare hand, a wooden spoon and a wide leather belt. The
discoloration and welts that appeared on my ass served as adequate proof that I was
for real. Another shoot had me with a few dozen clothes pins on my nipples,
areolas, pussy and stomach. Using wet bath towels, they knocked them of,
like a scene in a gym locker. Well all of that was eighteen months ago, and
that's how "udaredanae.com" was born. Today, we have over 50,000 members
world-wide, each paying $30 per month. (You do the math!). Ashleigh and I now
live together in a decent sized house in another state, with three acres of
land. This allows me to be naked 24/7, indoors and out, while Phoebe prefers
living alone in a large apartment in a city close by. She visits 2-3 days
each week and when she does, she takes over running my dares, leaving Ashleigh
with some much deserved time off.

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