I found your Tumblr. 😂💄👩❤️👩"
The scariest text message Bree has ever received and the reason for her current anxiety attack. "What??????"
"Don't play dumb. 👭💋💦😂😂😂"
Followed by a selfie of Kayden with Bree's laptop, pointing at the screen, Bree's Tumblr blog showing, regrettably already logged in.
Kayden, a gorgeous, beautiful blonde bombshell, with blue eyes, washboard abs, and beautiful tattoos adorning her golden tanned body; is visiting Bree back home in Clearwater, Florida for Spring Break.
Bree didn't think twice about leaving Kayden alone at her place, while she was at work lifeguarding for a private club, why would she, Kayden's one of her best friends, they were on the varsity cheer squad together all through high school.
That was until this very moment.
"What are you doing with my laptop?"
"Learning your secrets 😈✌️👅"
Quickly followed by another selfie, this time, Kayden pointing at a picture on her blog of a girl going down on another girl, with two other girls standing next to them, laughing, and appearing to be next in line.
"Get off my laptop!!!!" Bree could barely contain herself, Kayden's not only on her laptop, which she doesn't have permission, but she's also found the one place where Bree has always found the freedom to anonymously post her darkest fantasies.
"Don't get mad at me, you're the one that left yourself logged in. 😂😂😂"
Another selfie, this time even more humiliating. It's a picture of the same four girls in the previous picture, but the submissive girl is going down on a different girl this time while the other two are again watching. The worst part is that Kayden is pointing at a hashtag Bree added to it before posting it. "#One Can Dream."
"Please get off my laptop!!!" Bree's anxiety elevating, her chest beginning to glow bright red, matching her bright red one piece swimsuit uniform. She can feel her forehead radiating heat.
"I can't, this is to rich. 😈"
Sending Bree another selfie, pointing at an animated picture of a naked submissive women opening the door for two women to enter. Again, Bree added a hashtag before she posted it. "#Goals."
As soon as Bree saw it, she threw her cellphone into her purse, hanging from the side of her lifeguard stand. Her only secret in this world is being exposed, and she's helpless to stop it. She begins to ignore the alerts from her phone and try to concentrate on her responsibilities, and to the swimmers in her pool, no matter how hard it is to do with her insides in complete despair.
Bree spent the next three hours with her head buried in work. Trying not to think about what Kayden was doing, what she was going to say when she saw her, and how to pretend this isn't happening.
When she was relieved of her duties, she went back to the employee locker room and checked her cellphone. It was worse than she had previously imagined.
Not only did Kayden continue sending her pictures from her blog, she got upset at Bree for not answering her texts, and now the selfies weren't of only Kaylee. Shelby and Ariana are there too, learning Bree's deepest and darkest fantasies.
As punishment for not answer her text messages, Kayden, Shelby, and Ariana hi-jacked her blog. They started interacting with her Tumblr friends. Asking them what they should do to her.
The worst part of it was, her Tumblr friends knew it wasn't her talking to them, and they still gave Kayden, Shelby, and Ariana humiliating tasks for her.
One Tumblr friend told them how hot it would be to bring the pictures on her blog to life. Another told them to actually punish her for keeping secrets. The one that really upset her though, was the one she considered a real friend, before she told them to make Bree their personal slave, even giving them evidence to show it's what she really wanted.
Kayden was laughing her ass off in the picture she sent to Bree sharing this friendly suggestion. The last three texts messages she received were the worst.
Kayden, Shelby, and Ariana all sent her the same text message.
"Get home slave!"
Bree couldn't take anymore of this, she went straight into the shower, not even waiting the moment it would have taken to remove her swimsuit. She turned the warm water on and began to cry, standing there, allowing the water to hide her reality. Her best friends all know her secret and now they're all calling her slave. She's humiliated and doesn't know how to face them again. She stands there, crying, trying to pretend this isn't happening.
When the hot water begins to run out and she begins to feel the chill of the cold water overriding, she begins to pull herself together. She turns off the water and wipes the tears from her eyes. Grabbing a towel to dry off, again not caring enough to remove her swimsuit. She grabbed the shorts and tank top out of her locker and puts them on. Sitting on the dampened bench to put her socks and pink Chuck Taylors on.
The rear of her shorts are now wet but she doesn't care, as she takes her time to walk out to her car. She took as long as she could driving herself home, unable to predict what they were going to say to her.
When she pulled in front of her house, there were three cars already in her driveway, forcing her to park on the street. She picked up her cellphone and checked it again. They kept sending her pictures from her blog. An anonymous blogger told them to make her regret keeping secrets. They seemed to like the idea, if their smiles were to tell you anything. She just leaned her head against her headrest, afraid to go in to her own house.
"We see you Bree!" A loud shout heard from the front of her house. The door now wide open with Kayden, Shelby, and Ariana standing there, smiling, and waving at her.
Bree slowly got out of her car, and walked dreadfully into her house. Shamefully welcomed home by her best friends. The door had barely closed behind Bree before Kayden took her cellphone from her hand.
"You won't need this anymore. It's not like you answer it anyways."
Bree didn't fight her, allowing her to easily take it, standing there, frozen in time.
"You wont need this either." As Shelby pulled Bree's tank top up over her head and off of her.
Bree's mind unable to comprehend how her best friends could be treating her like this.
"Or these." Ariana tells her while unbuttoning her shorts and pulling them down to floor, forcing Bree to step out of them.
Bree didn't fight them, she just stood there, humiliated as they stripped her down to work swimsuit and Chuck Taylors.
"I thought you hated that thing." Kayden asked Bree, grabbing ahold of her swimsuit right at her neckline.
"I do." Bree quietly answered.
"Then why are you still wearing it?"
"Because... Because I don't know."
"Do you want to wear that around the house?"
"No."
"Then take it off."
"What?"
"Take it off!" Kayden the grabbed Bree's shoulder straps, pulling them down her arms, Bree's perky, tear shaped breast with nipples that are always sticking out, completely exposed.
Bree's mind was an explosion of emotions. She's allowing Kayden to stay at her house, rather than back under her parents roof, and here Kayden is, stripping her naked. Bree had a million things she wanted to tell them, but couldn't force herself to say a single word. She stood there, silently, before she chose to remove her swimsuit in front of them. Bending over and stepping out of it, placing it on the pile of her clothes that has formed in front of her. When she stood back up, she immediately used her hands to cover her chest and between her legs, attempting to protect whatever dignity she still had. The three girls were now laughing at her.
"Jesus Bree, put you hands down. What are you going to do, walk around all day with your hands covering yourself?" Kayden ordered Bree, a distinctive voice that only the Captain of a cheer squad has.
Bree lowered her head quickly, staring at the floor in front of Kayden before she slowly lowered her hands down to her sides. Bree a petite, beautiful, buxom brunette, with long straight hair, sparkling blue eyes and a sun kissed tan, completely exposed, standing there in the center of her friends, completely humiliated.
"Come here Bree. I want to show you how nice your Tumblr friends have been to us." Kayden orders Bree, pulling a chair out from her dining room table, directly in front of her laptop opened up on the table.
Bree didn't say a word as she begrudgingly walked over to the chair and took her seat. Kayden pushed her in, closer to the table, closer to her laptop, forcing her to keep her hands down on her lap. Kayden leaned over Bree and began scrolling through messages on her blog.
"This is one of my favorites." Pointing at an anonymous blogger suggesting that as punishment, they make her submit to them at all times. "This one thinks you should be our slave at all times." Before scrolling to another anonymous blogger, suggesting that they use her mouth as their personal sex toy. "This one thinks your mouth would be a better use for us." Again laughing at her. Scrolling to yet another anonymous blogger, telling them to use pussy torture as a punishment for hiding such a large secret from them. "But this one is my favorite. They want us to take it out on your poor little pussy." Laughing as she stood back up behind Bree. All of the girls now standing behind her, laughing at her.
Bree sat there quietly, her head lowered, her hands remaining on her lap where Kayden placed them. She's humiliated. A secret that was never meant to see the light of day has now been fully exposed, and she can't think of a single way to tell them, to make it stop.
"Go ahead Bree, scroll through them for yourself. See what your friends on there want us to do with you." Slightly upset when Bree just sat there.
Bree didn't want to experience any of this.
Kayden reached into her lap and placed her hand on the track pad of her laptop. "I said, scroll through them for yourself!" Forcing her to now purposely see them first hand.
Bree slowly began scrolling through all of the anonymous posts, quickly speeding up, when she noticed that every one of them was another humiliating task or punishment for her. Not a single person stood up for her. No one told them they were wrong for being on her laptop, for hi-jacking her account, and for humiliating her like this. Not a soul cared about her, they just wanted to watch her suffer. She was in tears before she stopped scrolling through her blog, using her hands to clear the tears away.
"How does it feel?" Asked Kayden when she noticed Bree crying.
"How does what feel?" Barely able to be understood between the crying sobs.
"Your fantasies coming true."
"This was never my fantasy!" Almost shouting at them. Still wiping away her tears.
