Deadia 08 Lazy Sunday

As Ember woke up, she felt horny. Her pussy was wet. Some half remembered flashes of her dreams fresh in her mind. Which was weird. Normally she didn't remember her dreams. But this time the scenes were there, just behind her eyelids. She had been naked in the middle of a group of people. She knew she should be ashamed, but she wasn't. She was enjoying the attention. Everyone was looking at her. Admiring her. The scene changed and she felt the pleasure as she was massaging her boobs. The vague faces all focused on her tiny tits. Everybody wanted to touch her, and nobody could. Another flash, another change. She had opened her legs. Her fingers caressing her pussy. The spectators were just naked blobs. She couldn't see their faces, but she knew they showed an animal lust. She saw hands jerking off penises, she saw fingers penetrating pussies. All to the view of Ember lying in the middle, pleasuring herself. As her own pleasure increased, she heard the moans of her audience. Moans of encouragement, moans of jealousy, moans of desire. Her hands moved faster, pushing her dream-self towards an orgasm. Her body began to tremble, began to shock with pleasure. Her audience moaned in response. She saw how women twitched, fell to their knees. She saw as sperm shot out of the men as they came. A crescendo of lust. She was there. They came for her, cumming for her pleasure. She felt the orgasm build, she would reward them.

And then she was back in her bed. Her panties were wet, she was tangled in her sheets. Only a dream. Her brain reacting to all the new impressions of the day before. She never had wet dreams. It must have had something to do with the challenges DeaDia set her. She checked her phone. A new text from Linda: "Sooooo, you sure you don't want the same toy? I had a lot of fun yesterday. Four times as much fun as normal. If you know what I mean ;) Anyway, here's a referral code if you don't want to pay full price." Immediately her mind went to her black haired friend. She imagined her naked. Legs in the air, toy in her pussy while her face was a mix of pleasure and seduction.

Fucking hell Ember. Not now. Not your friends too. Kyler, sure. The girl in the gym, sure. Porn stars, faceless dream figures. Good enough to fantasise about. But now even thoughts of her best friend pleasuring herself invaded her brain. She really was oversexed. Or maybe undersexed. She still hadn't reached a climax.

She clicked the next notification. DeaDia. A mix of anxiety and excitement bloomed in her chest. She still wanted to get rid of the app. But on the other hand, so far the tasks had been exiting too. Opened her to a new part of herself.

"Twenty-seven new buddy requests. Accept all?" Suddenly she remembered. In her horny stupor, she had allowed other people to be able to find her and send her buddy requests. Had she really wanted strangers to comment on her body? She tried looking for a deny button, but the only options were "Accept All", "Accept Manually", and "Remind me Later". She selected the last one, and the main screen popped up.

*Current challenge Status:

Challenge level: Equal to player level.

Automated Challenges: 2

Challenge Goal: 3

Completed Challenges: 0

XP Boost: 20%*

Back to zero. Three more challenges to go for today. She got out of her bed. Took a shower, got dressed in a comfy shirt and sweatpants. No plans today, no reason to dress up. She could take this time to finally check the DeaDia small print. She might be able to find a way out. A cup of coffee and a piece of toast with butter were her breakfast while she poured over the end user licence. The licence she accepted without reading. That was stupid. It seemed quite ironclad. Maybe if one of her colleagues in the legal department could have a look at it, they might find a way out. She found an address for DeaDia LLC, though. A quick search showed that it was about an hour's drive away. Longer if she took the bus and metro. Still something to look into when she was back at work. Maybe she could find out more about the owners.

A new pop-up. "New automated challenge ready." Well, no time like the present to start. Most of the automated challenges were quite easy to get started. And she still needed to contact Vermillion for a new challenge too. Or she could risk a challenge from one of her other buddies, even though yesterday's propositions hadn't been very promising.

*Lazy Sunday*

*It is important to relax and take some time for yourself. So for today, we have an easy challenge. As long as you are at home, you have to be naked.*

That actually seemed easy. It was not like she was expecting any visitors today. But to be sure, she quickly checked her calendar. Nope, nobody. And if she went outside, she could still get dressed. And how would the application even know if she was undressed? If it asked for proof, she could just quickly undress and show her naked body. She clicked Accept.

*Please undress. You have thirty seconds.*

Ember complied. Dropped her sweatpants, lifted her shirt over her head. This was not that much different from normal. Then her hands got to the waistband of her panties. Maybe a little different from normal. She hesitated, but the timer kept counting down. She didn't want to fail the task before it even started. She dropped her panties on the floor. The timer counted down and a new message appeared. *Provide proof.* The camera icon flashed and she clicked it. Aimed the camera at her naked body. No photo button this time, the screen closed automatically. *Proof provided*.

So the app was able to scan her without a photo. That was interesting to know. Well, if this was the challenge, she could live with this. She might need to turn the heat up in her apartment though. She felt goosebumps appear.

Maybe she should message Vermillion too, she had the whole day. What had he said yesterday? "You'll have fun with my gift"? What could he mean by that? She opened the message screen. Not really sure what to say. What did you say to some pervert who made you finger yourself? "Please let me edge again"? She started to blush as she thought about it. That wasn't it.

"Hi." She felt her fingers tingle anxiously. What if he wouldn't answer? What if he had a challenge that went way too far? She was about to lay her phone on the table and put away her clothes when DeaDia chimed.

"Hi Silvia, what can I do for you?"

"So, I got a favour to ask. The app only gives me two challenges, and I need to do three."

"And you want me to give you the third challenge?"

"Yes please." Should she tell him about the other challenge she was doing at the same time? He might take pity on her and give her an easier challenge. Or he might use it as an opportunity. Maybe she should.

As she was about to start typing, Vermillion replied: "I'm afraid I can't."

Wait, what? But he had to. What if she had to follow the challenge of one of the other buddies? At least Vermillion felt a little familiar. Like he wouldn't make her do things she really didn't want to do.

"Please? I've got this other challenge too, and I trust you in combining them."

"What do you offer?"

"I don't know. What can I offer? I can take another picture especially for you?"

"And what would you show on that picture?"

What would she be willing to show? He'd already seen her breasts and her torso. Was she willing to go further? Strangely, she was. Vermillion hadn't commented on her body like the others had. And she wanted to impress him. "I'll show my breasts and my pussy."

"Interesting." Why didn't he bite? Could she do something to sweeten the pot? She wasn't willing to show her face, but maybe her mouth would do?

"And I'll show my mouth. But I'm not willing to go further."

"Deal." She relaxed, he'd send her a new challenge. She couldn't say she won the negotiation, but she hadn't lost either. "But next to that, I want something more."

Of course, he was always pushing her further.

"I want to be the one to set your other two challenges for today. And I want to be in control of the one you already started so I can monitor your progress."

That actually didn't seem too bad. She might be done quickly today. The only thing was that she had to stay naked.

"How do I transfer control?"

"Just accept the pop-up." A few seconds later a new pop-up showed. "Give user Vermillion control over Lazy Sunday?" Ember accepted.

"Hmm, that looks like something I could have thought up. They have really improved on their automatic challenges. Now, for the rest of the deal, where's my selfie?"

"Wait a minute, I want to take a good selfie."

"Trying to impress me?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she walked around her apartment. What would be a good place to take a selfie? Somewhere that didn't show where she lived. But also had enough light, and allowed her to show off her tight body. Finally, she chose the living room chair. She opened the curtains a little, just enough for a straight beam of light to hit the chair. Then she sat down. Opened her phone. Moved. Not enough light this way. She almost disappeared in the shadows. Other position. Sitting straight up, her breasts forward, a smile on her lips. She liked this view. Her boobs looked good, her lips inviting. Wasn't she forgetting something? Her pussy. She opened her legs. Put a hand over her crotch. No, she had promised a photo of her pussy. And Vermillion had control over the other challenge now. No doubt, he could make her fail it if he wanted to. Her fingers brushed her pubes and she felt a little spark of anticipation. Then she put her arm on the arm rest. Took a picture. Checked it again. She actually looked good in this picture. She hadn't taken naked selfies very often, even though her boyfriends had asked her for them. She'd never know where they might end up. Then why did she trust this internet stranger? Maybe it was the anonymity? Now was not the time to delve into that. She opened the DeaDia Messenger again and sent Vermillion the picture.

After a few minutes Vermillion replied. "Thank you."

That was it? Just a thanks? No exclamations? No promises what he wanted to do to her body? Not even an emoji to show he appreciated her naked body. She didn't know what she hoped for, but this matter-of-fact reaction was not it. "Did you not like it?"

"No, I liked it. Thank you."

"So, what's next? What challenges will you send me today?"

"Don't be impatient, you'll know in time."

That was not what she expected. She'd expected him to send her some depraved challenge immediately. Instead, she sat here, naked, disappointed. Not that she wanted to do these tasks. She was a good girl. She was only doing this so she could finish the application. And maybe get a little less shy in the progress.

"Please, can you tell me at least a little of what you have in mind?"

"Are you sure? Patience is a virtue. Knowledge comes at a price."

She really wanted to know. The anticipation of not knowing had to be worse than the price he could extract. Before she could hesitate she typed a new message. "What do you want me to do?"

"Eager, aren't you? Here's the deal. I like my girls well-kept. So this is what I want you to do. I want you to go into the shower and grab your razor. You will shave everything. Legs, armpits, pussy. I don't want to see any hairs where they don't belong. Or you could just patiently wait until I send you the new challenges."

Her Erastos band buzzed. *Flash Proof: Lazy Sunday* Immediately the camera on her phone activated. Did it see her face? Before it could pick up her face, she pointed it down towards her naked body, allowing the software to scan her. A beep of satisfaction. She passed the proof. She'd stood up. Was already walking towards the shower. Would she really shave herself for this internet guy? She didn't like to shave. Sure, she kept her bush trimmed so it didn't peek out if she was wearing a bikini, and a while ago she'd shaved it into a landing strip. But it took so much effort to keep it nice and short. And there was no one to see it anyway. Until now. She found she had already decided as she turned the knob on the shower. She didn't need to do her legs, she had waxed them less than a week ago. She moved up, removed the tiny stubble in her arm pits, hunted her legs for any stray hairs the wax strips had missed. Then up to her pussy. A quick stroke. No way back now. She started shaving herself. Stretching the skin in spots to get the blade as close to her skin as she could. After a while her mind started wandering. What if Vermillion was shaving her. Taking her crotch in his hands, touching her, not to arouse her, but businesslike. Efficient movements with the razor removing stray hairs. She caressed her naked flesh. Not in pleasure, of course not. But to find any stray hairs she might have missed. The top of her mound, the side of her lips, inside her groin. Her fingers ever so lightly over her lips. Between her lips. Up to her clit. She circled it. Went down between her lips, into her pussy. That felt nice. Smooth. She should really send Vermillion another picture. But there was some more time. Her fingers found their way over her smooth pussy. The freshly shaven skin was sensitive. But not in a bad way. It felt like all her caresses were amplified.

She took out her phone. Angled it so it showed her smooth pussy. She double-checked the screen. No hairs. That was good. She took a picture and sent it to Vermillion.

"Well done, little Silvia. That looks much better. I can see you like it too."

Finally, some praise, even if it was a little stingy. She liked it too? Well, she did, but how could Vermillion see? She opened the photo again. It showed her naked pussy. Her lips a little pink, a wet sheen glistening. Immediately she felt the familiar blush creep up. This wasn't what she had planned. She just wanted to send a confirmation. She shouldn't have played with her pussy. Stupid. With trembling fingers, she typed: "So, what is the challenge?"

"You'll have to wait for that dear. But a promise is a promise. As soon as your gift is delivered, I will send you two interlinked challenges. Don't worry, you'll enjoy them. You can even stay at home for them. So you don't need to go out naked."

"Wait the gift. You said something yesterday, about seeing that I would enjoy it after you saw my selfie. What was that about?"

"Oh, that? I was just amused to see that you were in a sex shop. I hope you bought something nice for yourself."

Wait, he'd seen she was in a sex shop? How? She opened the picture again. And there, in the mirror, she could look through the gap in the curtain. A big black dildo just to the side of her arm.

"I didn't buy anything."

"That's a pity. You should buy some. Experiment. But I'm sure my gift will help with that."

What the heck had Vermillion sent her? The timer showed that the courier would be delivering the package in two hours. And then she would use it for a challenge? At least she could cross a shirt off the list of possible gifts. She was supposed to stay naked, and Vermillion wouldn't make her fail a challenge on purpose.

"Or is money the issue? You could always sell some of those selfies." She shuddered at the thought. Selling herself for money, for everybody to see who would pay enough money. She'd read about OnlyFans girls who made a killing with their bodies. But it wasn't for her.

"No, money's not the issue."

"Then what?"

"I don't know, I just feel bad. It's not something a good girl should do."

"Good girls also don't send selfies to strangers on the internet."

"This is different. Here I'm anonymous. There I'd have to look the sales person in the eye."

"I see. Maybe we can work on that."

No, that was not what she wanted. She just wanted some naughty, fun challenges. Not some kind of personal development plan. Still, she actually had the courage to stay in the shop yesterday. Maybe coming face to face with your fears wasn't that bad.

The next two hours were both relaxing, in that she knew she wouldn't receive the challenges yet, and nerve wracking. Vermillion was cooking something up, she was sure of it. But no more messages from him. He had maintained radio silence until she would received the package. A few more flash proofs activated her camera while she was lounging around naked in her apartment. Every time she allowed the app to scan her for clothes, and each time a happy beep confirmed that, yes, she was naked.

And then the bell rang. The courier. In front of her door. With a package she should accept. But she was also supposed to stay naked. The app would understand if she threw on a robe, wouldn't it? Surely it would not send her a flash proof while she was answering the door. She'd just had her body scanned a few minutes ago. And she couldn't accept the package naked. She should have thought of this while she had the chance. The bell rang a second time.

"Sorry, coming," she shouted. She quickly passed through the bedroom, threw on a robe. Tied it closed. No sense in flashing the courier. She opened the door to a twenty-something guy wearing a green hat, holding a small parcel, not much bigger than two hands wide. She saw as he looked her up and down. Taking in her naked legs, the part of her cleavage that the robe didn't cover. Would he know she was totally naked below this robe?

"Ms. Silvia?"

Silvia? Oh, right, her fake name. "That's me."

"Sign here please." She signed, got the package. Closed the door and put the package on her coffee table. Her band buzzed. Another flash proof. Quickly she disrobed, took her phone and scanned her naked body.

*Proof not accepted. Notifying Challenge Holder.*

She was naked, why didn't it accept? Quickly she messaged Vermillion.

"Help, the app didn't accept my proof. I was naked during the scan. I can prove it."

"Let me check. By the way, has the package arrived yet?"

"I've got it here on the table."

"Open it while I check the proof."

She took the strip on the back of the cardboard box and opened it. A white package inside. The interlocked D's of DeaDia the only sign marking it. Curious, she removed the plastic wrap and opened the box. Inside a sleek, black, U-shaped device. The material looked to be the same kind of material that the Erastos band was made out of. One side of the U was rounded and a little longer than the other side. It was about half as thick as her wrist. The other side was flattened, about as big as her hand palm. She saw no buttons, no lights. She turned the package over, looking for something like a manual that she might have missed. A cloth bag fell out, no manual.

"So, Silvia. It seems you were lying to me. You have worn clothes inside the house."

"No, I haven't."

"Are you sure? You were naked for the flash proofs. But the sensors in your band showed that you wore clothing for a minute and a half, a little over five minutes ago."

The band could see that? She hadn't expected that. And she was caught. She could keep lying, saying that the band was malfunctioning. But who knew what other sources of proof he would have.

"Okay, I threw on a robe to get the package. But that was so short..."

"Still, you were dressed inside the house. And on top of that you lied to me. The punishment stands."

"Punishment?"

"It won't get in the way of our challenges. For such a minor infraction, I just accepted all your open friend requests. This is your one and only warning, never lie to me again."

"I won't." She felt small. How could this stranger have such power over her?

"Forgiven and forgotten. Now, on to the challenges. Do you know what kind of toy that is?"

"Is it a sex toy?"

"Well done. And do you know how to use it?"

"I have no idea." She had an inkling, but she didn't want to guess.

"Really? The long part goes into your pussy. The flat part covers your mound and your clit."