Deadia 10 Praise

Somebody had complained. It had to be. Why else would Mr. Starbright call her into his office? Someone had complained about the way she was dressed. She should have never risked it. It was stupid of her to open the DeaDia app the first thing in the morning. But still, she had been restless, curious. She had wanted to know what was in store for her today. Stupid.

She knocked on the heavy black door.

"Ember. Please come in. Sit down."

She did as she was ordered.

"Now, you must know what this is about," Mr. Starbright started.

She felt her cheeks get red. Of course, she knew.

...

That morning, after she woke up, DeaDia had greeted her with two new automated challenges. Things were different. First off, she never slept naked. But the app had forbidden her from wearing clothes yesterday, and she hadn't dared to put on her pyjama. She felt the soft sheets against her freshly shaven pussy. Her wet shaven pussy. She almost never woke up wet, but then some half forgotten fragments of her dreams came back to her. She had been bound on her back on some kind of table. Her ankles and wrists tied to the table legs. She was spread out, the rope only allowing her the tiniest bit of movement. Something was affixed to her clit, teasing her mercilessly. An endless row of faceless men were lined up around her. She could see their hard dicks twitch in anticipation at the view of the helplessly restrained petite girl. She felt the first dick enter her. Her warm pussy welcoming and squeezing the hard flesh. He started to fuck her and she felt her body respond. This was the ultimate satisfaction. To be here, helpless, just a piece of meat for men to use for their pleasure. Her pleasure built with the thrusts and the moans, she let out a moan and her mouth was immediately filled with another waiting dick. This was good. This was right. This was where she was supposed to be. Her body started to twitch. A dick in her mouth, another one in her pussy, her clit relentlessly pleasured. It wouldn't take long for her to cum. And just as she was about to reach the edge, the guy removed his cock from her warm, waiting pussy. The device on her clit died down and she thrust her hips towards the retreating dick in frustration, she had been so close. Soon after, the dick was replaced by an other dick. Once again she felt her body react. She needed this warm, hard cock inside her. She felt the pressure build. An once again as she was about to cum, the cock was removed and she was left frustrated. For the full duration of the dream she felt herself reach the edge, only to be thrown back down again. Each time a little closer to an orgasm that wouldn't arrive.

Her hand brushed her wet lips. This had to have something to do with yesterday's activities. Where during the day she failed to prevent herself to cum, during the night her resting consciousness wouldn't allow her to cum. Nothing preventing her from cumming now, though. Her finger slid between her folds, found her entrance and dipped inside. Only, what if DeaDia had another challenge for her? Maybe she should save her horniness for the app. As the middle finger of her left hand found it's way inside her, with her right hand, she opened up the application on her phone. Below the notification of another completed challenge, two new automated challenges were waiting for her. She should accept those, the automatic challenges were easier than the ones Vermillion had sent her. Even though she had to grudgingly admit to herself, she had enjoyed herself during Vermillion's challenges. So she should do these two, and then tonight, after she came back from the office, she could ask Vermillion for a new challenge. Or one of her many other buddies. Wait, buddies, shit. She had forgotten that DeaDia had automatically accepted all the requests and tens of new buddies were waiting for her.

"Buddies have replied to your message. Click here to interact"

Wait, what message? And then she remembered. Vermillion had her send a message to all her buddies to invite them to her new Pornhub page. She clicked the message and the replies showed up.

"Wow, you look great, can't wait to see what else you'll post."

"Damn, that's quick, we'll make a good exhibitionist out of you soon."

Her finger inside her started to move unconsciously. These people were actually enjoying her. And what was the harm in that? The Pornhub profile didn't show her face, didn't show her name, and even her location was vague enough that nobody would be able to find her.

"Now let's see you masturbating. Or even better yet, take a cock." Well, she would never post any content like that to the internet.

The messages kept going, most were supportive, all of them wanted to see more. But they wouldn't get to see more.

She entered another finger inside herself. Kept thrusting in and out as she felt her body react to this adoration by internet strangers. Her other hand navigated to the challenge screen. Maybe she could quickly finish these two challenges before work. The first one had the ominous title "Take it!" She pressed her fingers deep inside her. What would this be? Would she have to fuck herself? Would she wear the Niobe toy again? The anticipation built inside her, her thumb moved to her clit.

*Take it!

Interaction is what drives human perception. If you want people to pay attention to you, you will have to talk to them. For today, whenever someone tells you something that can be taken as a compliment, you will thank them. And don't worry, the band is listening and will remind you!*

That sounded easy. A challenge she could complete without any hassle. She was a little disappointed, she had hoped for a more naughty challenge. She accepted the challenge and selected the next one.

*Points of Attention

This is your first dress-code challenge. For this challenge you cannot wear a bra. Next to that, the only top you can wear is a thin, tight shirt.*

That sounded more like it. Her finger moved over her clit a little faster. Exactly the right balance between naughty and safe. Her movements sped up, two fingers in and out of her pussy, another one on her clit. She felt the pleasure build. And then she removed her hand from her pussy. Something inside her felt that she hadn't earned this orgasm yet. Maybe tonight, after visiting the office without a bra.

...

Ember was painfully aware of her hard nipples poking through her yellow shirt. Her A-cups normally didn't draw much attention, but she had caught people staring today. Even caught a colleague doing a double take. Maybe she should cover her breasts with her arms. Or would that just draw Mr. Starbright's attention to her chest? Why did she have to accept the challenges this morning?

"Ehm," she squeaked.

"I've asked you here today to share the good news. We've decided to give you a chance on screen!"

"Wait, what? Really? Thank you, thank you so much!" She almost felt like she had whiplash. She had expected to be chewed out, and instead she got rewarded.

"We liked your hard work and your reporting on new technology. So we want to give you a small segment on Jim's show."

"Wow, cool. Awesome. Thank you!"

"Don't thank me yet, this is hard work. Report to Maya after this, she will get you started. Now get out of here."

Ember stood up and made for the door.

"Oh, one more thing Ember?"

She turned around again.

"I like the Jennifer Aniston impression," he waved towards her hard nipples, "But next time, do it on screen. It might even draw some more lonely nerds to The Lounge."

She felt the Erastos band vibrate in warning, another compliment she should be thankful for.

"Thank you sir." Her cheeks were red. He had been paying attention to her boobs.

"You actually look quite cute when you're flustered. Maybe I should tip Jim. Could be a good idea for his segment."

Another warning vibration. She wanted to say no, she didn't want to be flustered on screen. But she also didn't want to get punished by the band.

"Thanks sir. I appreciate the thought."

As she walked out of the station manager's office, her phone chimed. She quickly opened the screen. Another DeaDia pop-up: "Edges saved: 5". Well, that tracked, adding Mr. Starbright's compliments, she had received another five compliments, increasing her counter.

This morning, the challenge had seamed so easy. Forget to wear a bra, and thank everyone for any compliments she got. A little out of her comfort zone, but nothing too difficult. As she had got on the bus, she received her first compliment. The bus driver had looked her up and down, lingering on her tiny tits with her cold nipples poking through the tight fabric.

"Looking good."

She was about to continue to her seat when the Erastos bracelet buzzed a warning.

"Thank you." She felt her cheeks turn red. He had been complimenting her tits, she was sure of it.

As she sat down, DeaDia chimed a new pop-up.

*Synth has sent you a Challenge Extender.

Gold rank or higher buddies can send you a challenge extender. Extenders can only amend your active challenges. An amended challenge counts double, and doubles your XP-gain for the day. Refusing an extender may incur a penalty.*

The pop-up showed Accept and Refuse buttons.

For a while she just looked at the message without really registering it. How would she be able to decide whether to refuse or accept without any extra information? What if she would also have to strip out of her shirt? Go through her workday topless? Or what if the punishment was that she had to finger herself here in the bus in between all these people? There was no way to be sure. Still, so far the tasks had been better than the punishments. She decided to wait for the bus to near the next stop, before accepting the extender. That way, she could still flee the bus if the task would embarrass her too much.

*

Take It! - Extended

Hi Silvia, don't you think today's tasks are a bit boring? Yesterday's performance showed so much promise. It'd be too bad to not continue down that road, don't you think? So for today, we'll extend the Take It task. I like the premise, but where is the reward for you? I know compliments should be their own reward, but I think you deserve a bit more. So here's your new task:

*Whenever someone tells you something that can be construed as a compliment, you will thank them. As a reward for every five compliments you receive, you need to get to the edge.*

"Now, I'm not a bad person, and edging immediately after you get a compliment might be a little awkward for everyone involved. So I'm allowing you to save the edges. Some kind of edge-bank, if you will. You will complete this extender as long as you complete all these edges before the end of the day. Oh, and like in a real life bank, the longer you keep the edges in your bank, the more interest they accrue!

Good luck! I'm sure that with the right coaching, you can reach your potential!

And don't worry, whenever I think your tasks are too boring, I'll be back with a new interesting extension."*

Maybe she should have refused. Still, how many compliments would she receive? Five? Ten? She could easily bank those two edges until she was home again in the evening.

Well, that was an underestimation. DeaDia was quite liberal in detecting compliments and even before she entered her office building, she had received her first edge. These last few compliments from the station manager had put her counter on five edges and she still had a few hours to go before she could go home.

Another chime from the app. *Hourly interest payment. Interest rate: 20%. Edges saved: 6* All the edges and the interest were starting to add up. She should really get over to Maya's. But she could also just pop into a toilet and rub out a quick edge. It might help her to keep the number down. With the compliments she was receiving and the compounding interest she would be looking at at least twenty edges when she got home. She wasn't sure she could make it. And besides, she knew just the right toilet on this floor. It was hidden away a bit, not really frequented that much but still pretty clean. Maya could wait a little longer, after all, it was not like Mr. Starbright had mentioned a specific time.

As she walked through the office, she felt like a little kid. Hiding something from her teachers. A small blush on her face as her nipples hardened in anticipation, becoming even more visible through the tight yellow shirt. She was about to masturbate in the office. Masturbating during work hours felt a little bit like playing hooky. It felt illicit. Work time was not supposed to be for pleasure. Briskly, she walked towards the hidden corner. The toilet was empty. She hid in the stall farthest from the door. She didn't want anyone else to hear her from the hallway if she could prevent it.

As soon as she entered the stall, she dropped her jeans and lowered her hands into her panties. She once again felt her soft shaved pussy. All sensations seemed to be heightened. Maybe she should keep shaving her pussy. Not for Vermillion, of course, but for herself. Her hand went lower, her lips were wet in anticipation. Once more she would play with herself until the edge of completion. Her fingers found her wetness, slid between her lips, then distributed the lubricant up to her clit. She teased around it, building the anticipation. She knew she had to be quick. The longer she was hiding in this toilet, the higher the chance someone would walk in on her. She let the anticipation build by circling around her nub. Then, with a quick move, she entered two fingers into her pussy and took the grool back up to her clit. This time her fingers found her clit and she let out a moan. Quickly she cupped her mouth with her other hand. She had to be silent. Her fingers pleasured her clit, while in her mind the hand turned into someone else's. The faceless imaginary figure had followed her into the stall. Clasped his hand around her mouth and stripped her down before roughly fingering her. She bucked up against the fingers on her crotch. They were unrelenting and she felt her orgasm approach. The faceless man's fingers increased in speed and she moaned into the hand on her mouth. She couldn't stay silent with this pleasure building up in her.

Even so, a small thought in the back of her mind wondered about how little encouragement she had needed to start fingering herself at work. This time there had been no threats of shared pictures or messages to her friends. Just a silently increasing counter. Was she enjoying this?

Her hand dropped from her mouth to her chest. The imaginary stranger pinched her naughty nipple. The way it poked through her shirt, catching everybody's attention, it had to be punished. Ember felt the orgasm build, but she didn't dare to let go of her pussy. What if all her hard work didn't count? She curled her toes, her finger pinched even harder into her nipple. She was so close to cumming. But she could get closer. A few more strokes. Her involuntary moan echoed through the toilet.

She let go. Fell back down on the toilet as she felt the orgasm subside. Quickly she opened up the app. *Edges saved: 5*. It had worked. Maybe she should do another one. She was all worked up now. It wouldn't take long to remove another edge from the bank. Her hand caressed down her sides, back down to her pussy.

The door opened and startled, she dropped her phone. Quickly she pulled up her pants. How long had she been here? Could she hide until the other person left the toilet?

"Hey, I thought I heard something. Are you alright?"

"Yes," Ember answered. Her voice wavering. She felt a blush creep up. She had almost been caught masturbating at work.

"You sure you don't need anything?"

"No, no, I'm alright." As to prove it she unlocked the stall. As fast as she dared, she walked out of the toilet back to the office floor. A glimpse in the window showed her flushed face. Her brown hair was messy. She would need to straighten herself out before she visited Maya. It was bad enough that her nipples were on full display for everyone to notice, she shouldn't look like she just got done masturbating. Still, it was kind of hot. Would the people passing her by know that a few moments ago she was about to cum? Would they be able to see it in her face?

As she walked towards the stairs that would take her down to Maya's office, she heard the telltale DeaDia chime. Another message from Synth.

"Your first edge! Well done! You should enjoy those compliments, even when it doesn't end in an orgasm. But I was surprised you did just the one edge? You're not scared you're going to run out, are you? Here, specially for you, I have increased the interest on banked edges to 25%. Enjoy yourself and Have Fun!"

Fuck, she would be saving up edges even faster now. And she was petrified to pop into another bathroom to rub some more edges out. She had almost been caught once, and that had already been once too many. She would save them for tonight, even if she got more interest, she would do them when she would not be interrupted.

She straightened out her hair as well as she could and she knocked on Maya's door.

"Come in."

Maya was sitting behind her messy desk. She turned from her monitor and shoved some piles of paper to the side. Maya was a bit older than Ember. Her black hair was tied up in a bun. Black glasses framed her face and dark red lipstick automatically drew the eyes to her plump lips. Ember had always looked up to her. The executive producer had had exactly the career Ember wanted. Maya had come up as a researcher and writer, before getting a spot on the show. She had decided that she liked the organisational side of television more and now she was the Executive Producer for The Lounge. Even though Jim was the host, everyone knew that it was Maya who was actually in charge.

"Ember! I guess Mr. Starbright told you the news. Congratulations! We were very impressed with your work in the tech sector and want to try a new segment in The Lounge."

Before the Erastos band could buzz it's warning, Ember already was ready to accept the compliment. "Thank you so much! I really appreciate this chance."

"Don't thank me. Thank your own hard work. The idea is this; you know how Jim keeps butchering all the tech stuff you keep writing down? We decided to cut out the middleman, and just have you explain it on air. Together we'll pick a techy thing, and you can try it out and show Jim how everything works. Sounds good?"

"Sounds great! Wow! I almost can't believe it."

Maya continued for the rest of the hour with more technical details, a first outline of topics she could cover, and a timeline for her first segment. Ember made sure to pay attention, DeaDia's predicaments pushed to the back of her mind.

Just as Ember was about to walk out the door, Maya spoke up. "Oh, one more thing Ember. Next time, please just use a toilet on this floor. The ones on the upper floor are reserved for management."

"Oh, ehm, sorry." She felt her cheeks go red.

"No problem, it sounded like you were a bit in distress, so I understand that you needed a toilet quickly. Just don't make it a habit."

Ember nearly fled the office. Now, thinking back, the woman disturbing her edging session had been wearing the same tight black turtleneck shirt and the same jeans that Maya had been wearing. Had her boss really walked in on her masturbating?

The brunette almost ran to her cubicle. The room was empty. As was the case for most afternoons, everyone was out chasing stories, preparing interviews or just in meetings. She sat down at her desk. Sighed. Buried her head in her hands. She should be ecstatic. She was ecstatic. She got the position in front of the camera she dreamed about. She could talk about interesting stuff and people would listen to her. That was what she had wanted. Or at least, it was a start. But also, her boss almost caught her masturbating. And the bad thing was that she already was looking forward to masturbating this evening.