Madison stared at the screen, not taking her eye off of that roll. She decided her email address and her age wouldn't be a big deal if they got out there - but her name, her location - especially her name - or, God forbid, all of the above! It would be possible that she would be humiliated beyond belief.
Continuing on, Madison read the next roll about posting on multiple websites. "Not a huge deal," she thought. "My pictures are probably on tons of websites anyway, or they will be if I do this. I'd just have to find a few more to post on."
The last roll, determining the duration of her exposure, made Madison stop and think a little bit. "Well, maybe if it's just for a couple days or a week, it wouldn't be long enough for someone to do something really awful to me or for someone I know to see them." It made her actually consider doing the dare rather than scaring her away. Of course there was the possibility that her most intimate information would be exposed eighths pictures forever, but she really focused on the odds that it wouldn't happen rather than the odds that it would.
Still, though, Madison wasn't sure it was something she was willing to do, or something a sane person would consider, even a girl who had begun to accept the fact that she was an exhibitionist slut and she liked to show her body off as much as she did. She quickly typed an email back to Hannah, saying that she would have to give it some thought but she would let her know what she decided.
Over the next couple days, Madison tried to put Hannah's email out of her mind. She almost had herself convinced that it was nuts to do that dare and she was going to back out. Thinking hard, she wasn't sure she even cared that much about the chance to post Hannah's pictures anymore.
The problem, though, was that it seemed to creep back into her head at the worst possible time - sitting in class, about to fall asleep at night, dinner with friends, sitting in class again. She imagined how it would feel, her heart beating faster than ever before and her pussy soaked with her juices as she rolled those dice. Madison imagined the orgasm she would get after posting the pictures, or maybe even halfway through the dare. And she imagined not being cute, innocent Madison anymore, but being Madison Holt the exposed webslut from Naperville, Ilinois, with "slut" and her name written on her stomach and her email address listed for anyone who wanted to send her a message.
Madison thought about how amazing it would be if she could escape to a fantasy land and try it for a day, a week, maybe a month - try to see how exposed she could get. Imagining even deeper, she thought about how she would try to make sure every adult male in the free world knew who webslut Madison Holt is and how to find her and tell her what a slut she had been and how her pictures served as masturbation material for everyone they knew. She would do it if only she would be able to wake up and take it back.
"Madison! Madison, are you with us!" The professor's voice would ring out as he could clearly sense that she wasn't paying attention. She couldn't sleep at night without waking up with dreams of ultimate exposure floating in her head. Slowly, she gave in to those dreams one night a few days later - she began to touch herself.
Madison hated it. She hated herself. She hated that she had these fantasies and that the thought of being exposed like that would make her so aroused. Wasn't it good enough to show off her goods in public anymore? Wasn't it good enough to post nude pictures anonymously?
And really, she knew that it was a bad idea deep inside. Her gut wrenched with thoughts of the awful things that might happen if she posted nude pictures with her name attached, or with nasty words written on her body. Sometimes, she just wished she could be an innocent girl hoping someday to meet the man of her dreams and get married and have kids and a career and live the American Dream. But as a week or so went by, it became clear that she wasn't that girl anymore, and she didn't know if that girl would ever be back. She didn't want the American Dream - she wanted webslut Madison's dream - the chance at ultimate exposure.
Madison laid in bed eight nights after Hannah had sent her email. She couldn't sleep; she was dreaming about being exposed again. Her head filled with thought of being a completely humiliated online slut. For eight days she dreamed and wondered, and considered the date to varying degrees, but for eight days she had resisted the urge to actually do the dare quite well - but she had also resisted the urge to give in to her urges to fantasize about it. Madison had refused to masturbate to her fantasies. She was actually beginning to understand her sexual needs well enough to know that her horny pussy would force her to roll those dice if she started to touch it. "I can't do this," she thought. "I can't fuck myself thinking about this - it'll be game over."
What wound up happening, though, was that her fantasy grew and began to consume her, fueled by pent up sexual energy. It began to consume her thoughts to the point that she quite literally couldn't focus on anything else. So on that eighth night, when Madison closed her eyes, her frustrated, wanton, greedy pussy forced its way into her mind, showing her a picture of herself. In the picture she was completely nude, with "slut" written on her stomach in big red letters and her name - yes, Madison Holt was written across her chest. She was smiling as she posed, knowing the world would soon know what a slut Madison Holt really was.
And the caption! "Webslut Madison Holt from Naperville IL wanted to be exposed online for all. Spread her nude pictures all over the web!" Madison coukdnt take it anymore. She loved every moment - she wanted every inch of her body to be exposed along with her name and anything else that might be required. She wanted the reputation, the disgrace, the shame, the risk and the consequences. It didn't matter anymore what happened to her as a result. If it made her feel as horny and slutty as she imagined it would feel, she would expose herself with no limits or reservations.
Madison awoke from several minutes of fantasizing to find her pajama shorts soaked and her fingers drenched in her pussy juice. She stuffed those fingers in her mouth as she moved deliberately in the direction of her dildo. Nothing else mattered - her fantasy of being completely exposed, name and all, had won, and its first action in its new dominion over her was a simple one - she was going to get herself off thinking about it.
Dildo in hand, Madison paused for one more moment before beginning to satisfy herself. She paused only long enough to take a lipstick from her makeup bag, face the mirror in her bedroom, and write "slut" in large red letters on her stomach. "There,"said Madison. "Now they will all know what I really am - and how much I want this."
Madison couldn't resist anymore. She ripped off her shorts and panties and plunged the dildo deep into her pussy as she began to lift her shirt off with her free hand. Soon, her dildo was soaked in her juices and she had managed to remove her shirt and bra.
"I'm a slut," she said as she watched herself in the mirror opposite her bed. "I want to be exposed, ohhhh god yes, exposed and my pictures spread all over! I want everyone to know I'm a slut - ohhhhh a filthy, dirty ducking we slur that gets off on - on - ohhhhh! I'm Madison Holt and I get off on everyone knowing what a slut I am!"
Madison pinched her nipples as she fucked herself before removing her dildo and thrusting it down her throat. She fucked her throat good and rough - used it really - until the taste of her pussy was no longer coating the toy. Pinching her nipples, she thrust the dildo back into her pussy, moaning and begging for more exposure.
"Post me on every website you can think of," she said, fucking and pinching. "Post my name, my town, post me do that everyone who googles me will see Madison Holt with 'slut' on her body, ohhhhh God I want this! She was already about to cum.
"Yes, yes, yesssss! Post me and spread me so much I can't ever take it back! Ohhhh yes humiliate me, I'm such a slut, show me off, I'm - I'm a slut - slut- I'm a SLUT, EXPOSE ME, OHHHHH!"
Madison erupted with a violence she had never felt before. Her hips bucked into the dildo and she rode it as she came, shaking so badly she couldn't control her arms or legs. She had fucked herself into another dimension, spurred on by fantasies of being the world's most exposed amateur slut.
She didn't stop - Madison had three more orgasms, all in a row, all in similar fashion. The only thing that really changed was that for the third one she fingered her ass with her free hand instead of pinching her nipples, and before the last one she actually took a picture of herself with "slut" on her stomach and posted it to the porn site, albeit omitting her name, saving the fun for her dare.
Madison awoke the next day a little embarrassed at herself and her desires and her playtime the night before. She was scared she would actually do it - no, at this point she knew she was going to do it. There was still part of her that didn't want to, that safe and sane and under control part of her that wanted to be a good girl and wanted to want all the things she was supposed to want - a husband and kids someday, a good career. Madison knew she could literally be throwing those things away if she took her fantasies too far.
But she was so, so horny. The fantasies she had were, she knew, greater than any of those things she was supposed to want. She was addicted to exposure, addicted to being a slut for exposure and humiliation, and addicted most of all to the orgasms it gave her.
Madison knew she would do it - it was just a matter of when. She tried to hold out and reason with herself, but her sensible side was losing again. Six days after her four-orgasm night, she sat down and, too horny to do anything else, plotted her dare.
First, she texted her friend Hannah, letting her know that she would be doing the dare and that her nude pictures would soon be posted on the porn site. Hannah replied that she couldn't wait to see what happened and told Madison that as soon as her dare was done and her pictures posted, she could post the ones of Hannah.
Next, Madison stripped off her clothes - she was going to have to take them all off for her pictures anyway - and sat on the floor in her bedroom with her phone and two dice, and re-read the dare, lightly stroking her pussy as she did. Already fantasizing about her potential to be completely exposed, she was ready to roll the dice.
"First, how many pictures?" She said out loud. Closing her eyes, she took one die into her hand and shook it, giving it a slight toss onto the floor. Madison didn't think or fantasize too much about this one - after all, it wasn't one of the rolls that could cause extreme exposure and humiliation.
"Four," she thought as she looked at the cast die. Looking at her printout of the dare rules, she saw that she would be taking six pictures. "Not bad," she thought. "What's next?" Madison continued to stroke her pussy at the thought of the potential of the dare as she read. Her heart began to race - this dare was really risky and was really going to get exciting!
Her heart started to pound as she read the rules for the next roll. There was a possibility that she would roll a four, and then she would have to write her first and last name on her stomach or chest for all the pictures. This really got Madison's heart beating fast. It was truly risky - basically, anyone looking at the pictures would know who she was. There would be no escaping that - not even by lying and saying she didn't want the pictures posted, or by saying that it was another girl that just happened to look a lot like her.
Rubbing her pussy hard, Madison stopped to think about what the next roll meant. She felt shame at wanting it, and reluctance was slowly creeping back into her mind. Did she really want this after all? It was hot, oh so hot, but was it worth it? Madison slapped her pussy hard and made herself roll.
"One," she said out loud. "Write slut on your stomach." Blood rushed back into her hands and feet and even her brain as Madison felt relieved to not have to write her name on her body. "Ohhhh, this is amazing," Madison whispered to herself. She felt tranced, almost high, as her heart raced as the risk she was taking started to grip her before she rolled, and she slowly came down from her high as the risk evaporated. Slowly, she stroked her pussy with her hand as she couldn't help but become aroused as a result.
Grabbing a red lipstick, she slowly made out the letters on her stomach. "S," she said slowly as she drew the curved letter on her body. "L," she said as she made sexy eyes at herself in the mirror, drawing the next letter. The letters were big, about six inches high, the first two just to her right of her bellybutton, or the left for someone looking at her from the front. The vertical midpoint of the letters sat just s couple inches below her glistening navel piercing.
"U," she said slowly as she drew the third letter. "And, finally, T. There. Slut!" She said. "Slut. Now everyone looking will know exactly what I am. A slut." Madison began rubbing her pussy again as she stood before her mirror, unable to control herself. "Exposed, shown off, horny little slut that loves posting her naked pictures all over the Internet." She began to finger herself as she stared at the word written on her body, secretly hoping that it would never fade or wash away and that an exposed slut was all she would ever be, until reality set in again.
It seemed to take all the concentration she had to pull her fingers out of her pussy and lick them clean and prepare for her next roll. "Will this slut have to show her face?" She said to her reflection after checking the rules again. It wasn't a huge deal for her at this point - she already had naked pictures posted, face and all, and she really didn't mind posting more. Yet she took the die into her hand and tossed it into the floor, happily exclaiming "three, I'm showing my face!" When the die landed.
