India Grace stood outside a tall austere building and steadied herself for what she was about to go through. The building stood out by being non-descript, usually a building of this size would be plastered with the holographic adverts that people had recently gotten used to and would at least have the odd robot or 2 cleaning the outside.
India appeared to be wearing a smart business suit, tight fitting and navy blue, however like most people these days, she was actually wearing a plain green jumpsuit onto which her Saturn smart pod would project her clothing as it floated around her in a subtle way, the only clothing she had that couldn't be projected as a hologram were her 3 inch high heels that she had picked out especially for today. It was 6pm, the light was fading and the day was coming to an end for everyone else but for India it was just beginning.
"OK Saturn!" Announced India, the smart pod hovered in front of her a projected a screen of options, "call Taskmaster industries." the logo on the screen changed into the calling logo and before long a voice emanated from the pod.
"Taskmaster industries." announced a cheerful voice.
"It's India Grace, I'm here for the challenge." As soon as she finished speaking, a door revealed itself and swung wide open for her to walk through. As India arrived in the reception area the chirpy blonde receptionist didn't let her wait a second, she was shown straight through to a well-appointed office.
"If you will wait here, the process of beginning the challenge is completely automated" beamed the receptionist as she turned to leave, India watched as she walked out the door and was shocked to see that for a split second her outfit stopped being projected and she wasn't wearing anything underneath. It wasn't long enough to gawk but the half a second of naked receptionist threw her enough that she jumped when the room spoke to her in a soft spoken British accent.
"Good afternoon India, to begin let's get the legal formalities out of the way, for the record please state that you are India Grace, you have, of your own free will, accepted the humiliation challenge from Taskmaster Industries, you agree to carry out any and all instructions given by us for the next 24 hours and on successful completion we agree to transfer the sum of 500 Bitcoin into your account."
This was the moment of no return for India, she could walk out now and nothing more would be made of this, however India was always a little into humiliation and 500 Bitcoin was enough to never have to work at that crappy bar ever again.
"I agree" announced India.
"Very good" chimed the voice, "one last formality, if at any point you wish to stop the challenge, you need simply say 'challenge over.' you will not get any money however you will not be obliged to follow our orders, do you understand?"
"I do" exclaimed India, although she promised herself that no matter what she would not be using those words.
"Very well, first let's get you scanned, could you please take off your jumpsuit and stand with your hands to your side?"
India reached through her holographic clothes and felt the smooth fabric underneath, she pulled the collar apart and slid her only physical clothing off her body, she then tossed it to one side. Almost at once a blue grid of lights passed over her body and she listened as an austere robotic voice listed off her statistics:
"Height: 178cm, weight: 74kg," India blushed, she was sure she was less than that but the robot didn't care. "Ethnicity: mixed - white British and black Caribbean, Hair: none" like many people, India had shaved her head so that the hologram on the smart pod could take care of her hairstyle. "Shoe size: 6, bra size: 32dd..."
It was a while before the robot stopped listing off stats and the friendly British voice reappeared.
"One last thing before we get going, on the table in front of you there is a docking station for your smart pod. Please place it in there and accept any permission requests that pop up in front of you." India hesitated, these days everyone's lives were in their smart pods, with unfettered access Taskmaster would be able to control everything about her life. She stepped forward, caught the pod out of mid-air and pushed it into the docking station, immediately the warning came up:
WARNING: USER: TASKMASTER INDUSTRIES IS REQUESTING PERMISSION FOR FULL ADMINISTRATIVE ACCESS TO THIS SMART POD, DO YOU ACCEPT?
India gulped, then waved her hand at the button that said "accept."
"Thank you India, now for a demonstration of what we are now capable of" said the cheerful British voice. The smart pod pulled up a screen in front of her, displaying her camera on full body selfie mode. India watched as her smart business suit dissolved into nothing, leaving her naked body and high heel shoes. Then out of thin air a new outfit emerged, a leather waist corset was added, as was a gimp mask covering everything but her eyes and mouth (which had now had a liberal coat of makeup added) with a long blonde ponytail sticking out the back. Her still exposed breasts had virtual piercings added with a chain connecting them. Then as a final touch a tattoo was added just above India's pussy, a large stylish love heart with the word "slave" written across it in calligraphy.
While India was admiring her new look a backdrop of the street outside her house was added and moving image froze in place to illustrate that a photo of this look had been taken.
Next the smart pod opened up Facebook. India's stomach sank fast, she watched as it attached the photograph to a status reading:
"Just ran into this crazy lady in the street. Says she's doing a "humiliation challenge" by @ taskmaster_industries". I also took a pic of her without her mask, however I promised her I wouldn't post it.
1000 shares and I break that promise."
India stood in shock the submit button was pressed and the picture appeared on her feed. India always made a habit of adding everyone she met to her Facebook friends, all her friends, her work colleagues, and even her family could all now see a picture of her naked. She thought about all the people she knows who could currently see her dressed as a public whore and could not bring herself to move, even when the pod altered her outfit to remove the mask and take another picture, presumably to fulfil the promise made by her post if it was shared by 1000 people.
"I hope you won't begrudge us some self-promotion, selling subscriptions to these feeds is the only way we can pay you so much." Explained the smooth voice, "now for your first challenge, you are to walk from here back to your house, of course your outfit will be provided..."
The front facing camera on the smart pod started up again so India could watch her outfit change. She was given a strapless white crop top that pulled tight against her chest, with the word "SLUT" written in big letters across it. She was also given a short tartan skirt that flared out at the bottom like a traditional naughty schoolgirl outfit. Finally she was given suspenders, a suspender belt and long luxurious hair in vivid pink.
"However this outfit will vary on the way, you see every minute you take we will have a random number generator decide what happens to you, it will generate a number between 1 and 1000 to decide which of the following happen..."
On the screen in front of her a table appeared:
1: Holographic blindfold.
2-49: Send picture of your current look to 1 random contact with text "what do you think of my new look?"
