The alarm rang way too early on a Saturday. Priyanka's body cried out in need but she knew she couldn't do anything about it. She pulled her sheet up and crept over to the computer. He was waiting for her and told her to go for a long run and come straight back. As she jogged across the deserted campus, her music played in her earbuds as her mind whirled. She needed to have an orgasm to clear her head and she was starting to wonder if he would ever allow her her release. A couple of guys jogged past her and her eyes settled on their firm butts and strong legs. She returned to her room sweaty and out of breath to find a shocking instruction.
Go do another lap and come straight back. You have 1 hour.
The lap she had just finished had taken almost 45 minutes, but now she was tired. She staggered out and started running again. Before long her energy was depleted and she had to start walking. She regretted being so out of shape, but the fear of disappointing her tormentor drove her on. She finally stumbled back into her room breathless and five minutes late.
You're late. What took you so long?
Pri was so out of breath she couldn't answer.
"I...too far...to run...," she finally panted.
When he told her to strip she was so spent it didn't even faze her. Her legs were so wobbly she almost fell as she tried to get out of her leggings. Finally she sat naked in front of her fan, drank her water and cooled down. Once her breathing was under control she looked over to her laptop.
Nice job. How far do you think you went?
She shrugged. She had no idea how far two laps around campus was.
"Two miles?"
Try five and a half. Are you impressed?
"Yeah," she agreed. "I've never run that far. Ouch."
I'm proud of you. Now lets get you stretched out good.
Pri smiled internally at the complement. He was proud of her. She was then filled with disgust for finding happiness in the situation. Her computer brought up a YouTube video and she followed the stretches as it guided her, naked but for her running shoes. She was constantly in the view of the webcam as she stretched out her calves, her quads and her back. She was grateful none of the poses were too graphic, she was always viewed from the side. Her mind couldn't help but imagine how vulgar she would look from other angles.
That should help with the aches and pains. Now, go get a shower. You have 20 minutes and remember: NO TOUCHING
Pri nodded and went to take a shower. His warning not to touch herself seemed odd, as it had actually never occurred to her to touch herself in a semi-private place like the dorm showers. Granted, she was in a stall, but the other girls were only a curtain away. After returning to her room, he allowed her to put on panties before drying her hair. She was grateful for the small concession to her modesty, even if by now he had seen nearly all of her. As the endorphins from her run receded, her thoughts wandered back to her body's needs. By the time she was allowed to hurry out to get breakfast she was already feeling aroused.
He gave her a tight time schedule to get food and return, which worked out well since the dining hall was empty as usual on a Saturday morning. When she returned, to her surprise, he directed her to call her mom. She usually called home on Saturdays, but being directed to do so by her blackmailer seemed odd. She spoke to her parents for an hour and tried to act normal, not giving any indication of the situation she was in. Throughout the conversation she couldn't help but imagine how devastating it would be for her parents if those pictures got out.
When she finally said goodbye, he had her strip down to her panties and do class work. Every hour he would interrupt her and have her play with her breasts for a few minutes while reciting lines. By lunch time she was having trouble concentrating. He gave her just enough time to get to lunch and get back. After lunch she stripped down to her panties and took her spot in front of the computer.
Let's take a look at your lingerie. Bring out your bras.
Pri's jaw dropped and she stuttered before giving in. Considering that she was sitting topless in front of her computer, showing him her bras seemed like a small concession. She got up and collected her bras. He had her display each one and describe it to him. She felt oddly ashamed as she talked bout her lacy bra, her pink bra, her leopard print bra.
Very nice, if limited. Okay, time look at your panties. Bring them out.
She flushed, embarrassed at what she was being asked to do. She sighed and collected her unmentionables and then displayed them to him one at time. She talked about when she wore them, about which ones were comfortable, about which ones she thought were sexy. He had her talk about how she made decision to match her panties and bra. Pri felt vulnerable, like she was exposing a very private part of herself to him.
After she finished, it was time for class work interspersed with fondling herself. Despite the distractions of her body, she ended up being quite productive. In the late afternoon he had her take a nap, and to her surprise she actually got some rest. When she returned from her quick dinner, carrying an extra serving, he had her complete another panty clad stretching session and then more class work. The periodic interruptions of having to play with her breasts were driving her mad. She could almost focus, but then having to ramp up her arousal with no release was incredibly frustrating. By early evening she had completed all her work for the weekend.
Okay, get dressed.
She silently nodded and quickly put her clothes back on.
Put on your favorite dance songs. Time for a dance break!
Pri nodded, wondering where this was going. She put on her favorite playlist and started dancing in her room. It didn't take long for to lose herself in the music, and sometimes she forgot that she was being watched. Then the next song didn't start. She went over to her computer to check.
Take off the blouse while dancing to the next song.
She frowned. So that was it, he wanted a strip tease. The music started again and she started working her top off, trying not to think about what she was doing. However, when she lost herself in the music she felt guilty for not being ashamed. When the song was over a new instruction appeared.
What comes off next?
"Um...skirt?"
Sounds good. And the song after, the bra.
The skirt came off easily, dropping to floor after she opened the zipper. The bra, on the other hand, seemed much more difficult. Although she had bared her breasts for him numerous times, she had always been directly threatened . This time it was different, it was just her dancing in her room as a stranger watched her undress. Her mind was in turmoil, but in the end she knew she had little choice. He held too many cards. She added her bra to the clothes on the floor.
Well, only one thing left.
Pri nodded as the next song came on. With a sigh she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them, acutely aware she was dancing naked. She had often danced naked in the privacy of her own room, but now she knew she was being watch. A few more songs played, and at some point her mind blotted out all her worries and she gave herself to the rhythm once again. When the music stopped she returned to her seat.
That was lovely. You are a beautiful girl and a good dancer. Play with your breasts.
She started touching herself for him, her body quickly responding. A few minutes later another message appeared.
Okay, let's take a look at how you did.
Her eyes widened as a video started to play of her doing her strip tease. For the first time she realized that all their interactions had been recorded. In addition to God knows how many selfies he had, he now had hours video of her body, of her playing with herself. She felt sick to her stomach. The pit she was in was now an endless hole from which there was no escape. She said a silent prayer that he would stay true to his word and keep this just between the two of them. A message interrupted her thoughts.
Get out a notebook. Write down what you are seeing in your dance.
Pri watched herself dance on the screen and noted the times she looked fluid and the times she looked awkward. She had never stripped before, at least not for some else. Having to watch herself strip was doubly embarrassing because she could see all her klutzy moves.
When the video was done, he had her discuss her comments. Next he brought up a YouTube tutorial video of how to strip erotically. She spent the next hour watching several videos, interspersed with directions to play with her breasts. She marveled at how sensual the girls in the videos were, even if some of the things they did were almost obscene. By the time they were finished her thighs were getting tired from repeatedly clamping together in a futile attempt to stimulate her bean. He had her rewatch her video and critique it again, this time using her new found knowledge. She compiled a page of notes from this viewing. Next, he had her get dressed and try again. She had always been competitive and was so focused on doing better that she completely forgot that she was being forced to strip. She tried to put as many of the new moves she had just learned into her routine. By the end she was completely nude, smiling seductively at the camera and dancing with abandon.
That was amazing. You are a truly talented dancer. I loved how you pulled in the techniques from the videos!
Pri basked in his praise, explaining how she incorporated certain elements into her dance and how she needed to practice certain moves.
Do you think you could do that on stage?
"Oh God no, I'd be mortified!" A stray thought crossed her mind...was that where this was leading?
Okay, here is another video for you to watch. I want you to play with your breasts as you watch.
The video was incredibly erotic, a truly beautiful girl stripping for her man and then they had sex. It was actually pornographic, the most obscene thing she had ever watched, and yet it was beautiful. Pri was pulling on her nipples and gasping in need by the end. The video finished and the screen cleared.
Are you horny?
"Yes," she said, too worked up to care about admitting it.
I want you to touch yourself for exactly 5 seconds and then go back to your breasts. Go.
Pri's hand fell beneath the desk and found her button. She spasmed as she finally got to touch herself, her fingers causing her to moan in pleasure. Five seconds pass entirely too quickly and she reluctantly raised her hand back to her nipple. A few minutes later he had her repeat the evil tease. This time she couldn't suppress a long whine of frustration, delaying pulling her finger away. He was having none of it.
STOP NOW
he ordered, emphasized with a series of harsh beeps from the computer.
She reluctantly pulled her hand away, frowning at the webcam in a silent plea.
It looks like you have had enough fun for tonight. Get ready for bed.
Pri strongly considered trying to rub one out in the stall, but the timeline he gave her was way too tight. When she got back to the room, her heart sank as she read the dreaded message that she was not allowed to touch herself. He then told her to bring out two particular panties from her drawer. He had her put her head though the leg of one of the panties. Next he had her pass the second panty through the other leg hole and essentially bind her wrists with it. This had the effect of keeping her hands above her navel and unable to sneak in any touches during the night. The night was a disaster, spent tossing and twitching in need. The panty bondage she was in served as a constant reminder of her condition. Further, while they kept her hands away from her womanhood, she could still touch her breasts, inflaming her passions even more. When she finally woke late in the morning Pri was an exhausted, horny wreck. She slipped the panty off her head and wrists and looked over to her computer. The webcam was on. She clutched her sheet to her body as she stumbled out of bed, her legs stiff the run the previous day.
You look a little stiff.
"Yes."
Take some Ibuprofen. Let's do some yoga.
