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DeaDia 07: Shopping Trip
🕑 Added 2024-12-31 09:59:41 +0000 UTC“Ember?”
Shit! Ember withdrew her hands from her pussy. A feeling of empty yearning where just a second before there had been pleasure. She threw off her headphones and slammed her laptop closed.
She had totally forgotten that Linda wanted to go shopping. She scrambled around the little room. Where had she left her underwear? Then she remembered how she had kicked off her yoga pants and panties in the living room and had walked to her study dressed like Donald Duck. She looked around, was there anything in here she could use to cover herself? Nothing. She pulled on her tight sports shirt, it pulled down just low enough in front to cover her crotch. She could feel it creep up, leaving her bum uncovered. Right now she couldn’t do anything to prevent showing her butt. She put her head around the door. No Linda in the living room. She must still be in the hallway. Quickly Ember opened the door and padded towards the couch where she had left her clothes.
“There you are!” The raven haired head of Ember’s best friend peeked around the door.
“Linda! I was just about to take a shower!” Ember answered. Frantically she tried to pull down her shirt so she wouldn’t flash her friend.
“You always get naked in the living room?” Linda wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
“I forgot you were coming over.” Which wasn’t a lie. Not really. Quickly she walked to her bedroom, trying to keep the couch in between Linda and herself as much as possible. No need to keep flashing her friend. “Sit. Grab a drink, I’ll go shower and then we can go shopping.” She closed the door behind her. Leaned her head against the wood. That was close. What if Linda had been quieter? Would she have caught Ember four fingers deep in her pussy?
At that thought, the brunette once again became aware of the aching feeling inside her pussy. The missed orgasms, the delayed pleasure. She could bring herself to orgasm here, just do it quickly, quietly. Like she used to do while Linda and her shared a dorm room. Then she regained her wits. No time, Linda expected her. She grabbed some clothes, luckily she could get to her bathroom through the bedroom. She didn’t need to cross the living room again. The warm water washed away her sheen of sweat. Normally she would be sweaty from working out, but today she was sure it was from masturbating to the edge of cumming so many times. Her soapy hands felt her curves. For a little bit they stopped to cup her breasts. Went down over her tummy to her pussy. Down between her legs, slick hands to her lips. A finger in between them, just softly touching her clit. No! She couldn’t masturbate now. Linda was waiting for her. Quickly she continued washing herself, soap, rinse with water, dry. She couldn’t trust herself, if she’d pause even a little, she knew she would start playing with herself again.
Still, where was the harm in letting Linda wait for just a few more moments? She could just quickly finger herself to an orgasm, she was sure that she’d cum soon enough.
“Hey Ember, what’s this? You’re getting a lot of notifications on your phone.”
Shit. Her phone. She’d left the device next to her laptop. She wasn’t sure the screen had been locked.
“I’ll grab it. See if there’s some kind of local news emergency.”
“Wait, don’t!” Ember didn’t think she’d ever got dressed quicker. All thoughts of orgasms left her mind as she pulled up her panties, put on some jeans, pulled a shirt over her head and ran back into the living room. As she entered the room, she saw Linda looking at her phone with a puzzled expression.
“DeaDia, what’s that? And why can’t I look?”
Ember grabbed the phone from her friends hand. Frantically checked her phone, but luckily her screen was locked, the lock screen just mentioned three new messages. No content, luckily. As she held it, it buzzed again, another new message.
“Okay, okay, sorry. Didn’t think you were this secretive.”
“Sorry,” Ember said. An blush of embarrassment crawled up her cheeks. She had overreacted.
“So, DeaDia. Some kind of dating app?”
“Something like that,” Ember mumbled.
Linda’s eyes went wide, “Something like that? It must be like one of those hookup apps. Good for you! You should go out more, have some sex with no strings attached.”
The blush that had started to subside once again crawled up her cheeks. Linda could be so inappropriate sometimes. She’d been pushing her to have one-night-stands. Asked Ember to come to clubs with her, tried to set her up with friends. Even suggested some apps that Ember could try to pick out someone.
Not like Linda would have any trouble getting men interested. Compared to Ember, she was beautiful. Long black hair, full red lips, C-Cup breasts, curves in just the right places. And she knew how to dress to show off her figure. Ember would love to have just an ounce of Linda’s confidence. She would never dare to dress in a way that showed herself off.
“Tell me all about it. Who’s the boy?”
“Huh? Oh, you mean on the app. I’d rather not say.”
“Or is it a girl?”
“Linda!”
“Nothing wrong with that. If I’d known you’d be into girls I’d set you up with one of my girlfriends. Or maybe I’d have kept you to myself.” She licked her lips in an over the top fake seductiveness. Ember giggled. This is how she knew her friend, always trying to lighten the mood.
“So, where are we going?” Ember asked, trying to change the topic.
“There are some shops I want to try out. And to be honest, you could also use some new clothes.”
For a while, everything was normal. Linda and Ember were going in and out of shops, chatting about everything and nothing. DeaDia nearly forgotten. Until Ember’s phone buzzed again. She stole a furtive glance at her black-haired friend and opened up the app on her phone.
“Congratulations! You’ve completed your first user challenge! Better together completed.” A small fanfare sounded before Ember found the wherewithal to turn the sound on her phone down. She saw the experience bar started to fill.
Below the automated notification, a message from Vermillion, the timestamp showed that it was received just after her challenge. Her heart started racing, she’d done what he asked. What more would he ask of her?
“Well done little Silvia! You stayed in control. You never let your pleasure stand in the way of your resolve! As the challenge is now finished, you’re allowed to cum whenever you want. You’ve earned it!” A warm glow started in her belly. Rationally, she knew she shouldn’t be so pleased that a stranger on the internet praised her. But she was. And she was proud that she managed to control herself long enough.
Another pop-up “Staying in control completed!” More experience was added to her profile. She breathed a little more easily, part of her had dreaded that in her hurry to hide from Linda, she had failed her challenge.
Below the notification another message from Vermillion, sent five minutes after the previous one. “Wow. I’d thought you would have come immediately. You can’t fail the challenge anymore. You can give in.”
A few moments after that another message. “The band shows you still haven’t cum. You’re such a good girl for this restraint. And good girls get rewarded.”
At the top of the screen a yellow star appeared.
“Want to come with me? Or you can stay outside and keep chatting to your boyfriend.” Linda roused her from the screen.
“No, I’ll come.”
She saw how her friend raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Really? Come on!”
Ember hadn’t been paying attention to where they were going, Linda grabbed her arm and pulled her into the dark door of a shop. The door said “Private Collection”, the shopfront was a little dark, nothing in the windows showing any signs of what kind of shop this was. Must be some kind of upper class store that Linda liked to frequent. Clothes in these kinds of shops were far outside of Ember’s budget, but if Linda wanted to look around, she could just stay and maybe catch up on DeaDia. The inside of the shop wasn’t what she expected. She didn’t really know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t this. The shop was brightly lit. White plinths held singular items, glass shelves held tastily arranged collections. Small screens showed short clips. It looked like some high-end electronics store. And it was, in a way.
“Linda, these are…”
“Sex toys. Yes. I was surprised you wanted to come. But if you feel uncomfortable, you can go back out if you want.”
“No, I’m alright.” Ember felt a blush creep up her cheeks. She didn’t need to be embarrassed. She was an adult woman, she was allowed to be here. And still, it felt illicit. Naughty. All these intimate toys displayed like it was the most normal thing in the world. Maybe the DeaDia programme had started to work a little. Normally she would have run from the store. Perhaps exposure therapy was what she needed to not be such a frigid little girl anymore. She took a good look around, the plinths each held one toy, tastefully lighted, a card with some specifications and a price below them. Her gaze wandered, she saw what euphemistically was called a massaging wand. Another plinth held a shiny white dildo.
“Ember, look at this.” Linda grabbed her shirt and pulled Ember with her to one of the plinths, “Look, it’s the new satisfyer. It’s said this one is even stronger than the previous one.”
Forced by her friend, Ember had a look at the device. It didn’t really look like much, a small wand, a cup on the end. Some buttons. Nothing to be ashamed off, right?
“Hi girls, can I help you?” Ember almost jumped up. Getting dragged into a sex shop by her friend was one thing. Interacting with a sales person was an entirely different matter.
“No, no,” she mumbled, “just looking around.”
“Actually…,” Linda interjected, “Maybe you could help me? I’m looking for a new toy for myself.”
“And what do you like? Clitoral stimulation? Vaginal? G-Spot? Maybe some anal or nipple play?”
“Getting my clit some attention is number one, but I want something more.”
Ember felt herself getting red. That people could just talk about that. She had visited some websites for sex toys, but never got the nerve to order one. And here her friend was discussing her preferences for getting off.
“Well, for clitoral, the satisfyer is great. We have some more extensive options round here, please, follow me.”
Linda went to follow the girl in her black pantsuit. As they left, Embers eyes trailed them. Then she was left to her own. Still standing at the plinth with the satisfyer. Quickly she moved away. Maybe if she kept moving, the sales girls’ colleagues wouldn’t approach her. She kept looking around the shop, her face non-committal, making sure not to stop at a single item for too long. The shelves were filled with all kinds of items that Ember supposed she should expect in a sex shop. Dildos in all colours and sizes, fluffy handcuffs, a selection of different lubes, vibrators, eggs. Everything in this shop was focused on the pleasure of women. Her eyes wandered over the screen. At first, she hadn’t noticed, but all of them showed some kind of porn. Near the BDSM tools, the screen showed a girl tied up, her arms outstretched above her, her feet spread. She was tied in front of a white background while another girl walked around her, whip in hand. On another one she saw how a girl straddled a sybian near the shelves with toys. Even though she felt mortified, Ember felt how she slowly started to get excited from all the sex around her. Her pussy still felt the frustration of the aborted orgasm. She could ask the girl behind the counter if she could try out a vibrator, hold it on the outside of her pants and cum that way. She shouldn’t though. What would Linda think of her, and what would the saleswoman think? Or she could buy the toy Linda had been raving about, go into one of the bathrooms in the mall and cum. She felt another blush creep up. Felt her nipples stiffen at the naughty thought.
Quickly she grabbed her phone to distract herself. She might actually do it. She might actually pleasure herself here in the mall. And that was bad. Right?
As she opened the screen, DeaDia popped up. Shit, she had forgotten to close the app. What if Linda had seen? Still, maybe she could clear some of the other messages before her friend was back. A few more messages from Vermillion were queued up. “Well done Silvia. I hope you enjoyed your challenge. And I’d love to send you a new challenge. As long as you’re up to it.”
“I know you enjoyed yourself, the stats don’t lie.”
Another message, “By the way. DeaDia will start disabling choices for gifts if you don’t accept them in time until it decides for you. Be quick in selecting your bonus gift.”
Timestamped an hour after the previous messages, another automated DeaDia message. “Your gift is on its way. Estimated time of delivery: twenty hours from now.”
Well, so far for choices. She pressed the yellow star, she could at least check what the app had decided that she needed. “Gift redeemed.” The now familiar main screen popped back up. “Well, okay, keep your secrets,” Ember whispered.
One more challenge to go for today. She was sure that she wouldn’t accept another challenge from Vermillion. Who knows what he would have her do? She’d accept another one of his challenges when she was safe at home, not now. Still, the idea of getting a new challenge excited her. Sure, the challenges had been a little outside her comfort zone, but wasn’t that why she had started the app?
Maybe if she opened the automated challenge now, she could prepare for it, so she could complete it as soon as she got home. No risk in being a little curious.
She clicked the button to generate an automated challenge.
*Newsflash!
You should be ready to face your fear in an instant. You have one minute to complete this challenge.
Post a selfie to your account, choose between:
- A selfie showing your torso and your face.
- A selfie showing your naked torso.
Time left: 0:57*
Shit! Not what she expected. She couldn’t show her face on this app. Who knew who would find her here? But taking a selfie of her naked boobs here in the shop was also not an option. She looked around. Maybe there was a corner where she could hide, quickly flip up her shirt and take a pic. But no, this nice store didn’t have something as greasy as dark corners where she could hide. Then she saw it; two small fitting booths, one closed with a curtain, the other one opened invitingly. She grabbed something from the rack of clothes, to act like she was going to try it on. Thirty-four seconds left. She grabbed the curtain, tried to close it. It didn’t fully close. Got snagged in a corner. She checked her phone. Fifteen seconds. Good enough. Quickly she took the hem of her shirt, lifted it over her head. Positioned her camera. Made sure her face wasn’t showing. Took the picture and pressed submit. Two seconds left. That was too close for comfort.
Another chime. Another challenge completed. She closed the app without looking at the automated message. She’d check it when she was back home.
She finally looked at the clothes she had grabbed. Looked like a nurse’s uniform. A little tiny though. It wouldn’t cover her abdomen, and the skirt ended just below her ass. Quickly she opened the curtain and walked back.
“Got cold feet?”
“Huh? Wha? Ehm…” She felt the blush creep up her cheeks.
“Wanted to engage in a little role-playing with your new boyfriend?” Linda teased her.
“No, no, nothing like that.” Quickly she put the costume back where she found it, “I’m going outside.”
“Fine. I’m done too. Look at this beauty.” Linda held her hands out, presenting a square cardboard box depicting something that mostly looked like a cross between the satisfyer and a dildo, “Look, this teases both my clit and my g-spot.”
Ember covered her ears. “I don’t want to know.” She sped out the shop.
After that, the day went by quickly. They had some more coffee. Gossiped a bit. Linda tried to get Ember to tell more about what she was sure was a new boyfriend, and Ember tried to be as non-committal as possible. What could she tell her friend? That she joined an app that sent her naughty challenges? That it had her masturbate in the gym and take half naked selfies in a sex shop?
They parted ways, and Ember found herself back in her own apartment.
First order of business, close the blinds, close the doors. Second order of business, find out what the heck DeaDia would be sending her. Probably some stupid promo crap. A pen, a cap, a shirt, something like that. But still, the app had surprised her often enough that she couldn’t trust it.
“Challenge completed! You have earned enough experience to go up a level! Congratulations!”
“New automated challenges unlocked.”
Well, whooptyfuckingdoo, that was still as nebulous as it always was. Still, the completionist in her liked this new progress that she made. Maybe if she finished the levels, she would be done with the app. She clicked around, trying to find out what they would be delivering to her tomorrow. No luck, the only thing she could find was the delivery tracker, still showing Sunday morning as delivery date.
Another notification. “5 new reactions to your picture. View?”
Fuck. She forgot that all her buddies could see her completed challenges on her profile. She closed the app. She really didn’t want to know what a bunch of pervs thought about her selfie.
Tired of the long day, she watched a few episodes of a new series, but she found that her mind was wandering. Instead, she thought back to the masturbation session, to the feeling of being both helpless and in control. To the praise that Vermillion had given her for her great accomplishment. She still hadn’t had an orgasm. It felt a little like a badge of honour. She was in control of herself, and even after edging the whole morning away, she could decide when to cum.
She brushed her teeth, put on a shirt. Laid in bed. Opened DeaDia. “5 new reactions to your picture. View?” She pressed the notification. All five of her buddies had reacted. She should feel honoured.
The picture showed her naked A-cups. Small, pert. Her pink nipples hard. She hadn’t noticed her nipples were hard in the store. Was it the cold? Or was it excitement?
“Great tits!”
“Wow, lovely boobs! If I could only touch those I’d be in heaven.”
“You can’t,” Ember murmured, “but I can.” Her hand crept up to her boobs. Took them in her hand. She felt her nipple react and pinched it. She let out a soft moan. Fuck, she was still sensitive from the edging session this morning.
“I’d lick you everywhere until you’d squirm.”
Her hand sank lower. Past her ribs, her sides, into her panties. She caressed the small tuft of hair, down between her lips. She was wet. She knew she’d be. A finger between her lips, taking the wetness up to her clit. She circled her clit. Fuck, she wanted something inside her too. But she also wanted to read more messages. She wanted to know what these strangers wanted to do to her. Things that they would never be able to.
“You beautiful little slut. I can’t wait to see where DeaDia takes you. For now, I can only imagine what your sweet pussy must look like and how it would feel.”
“You’re never going to feel or see this pussy,” Ember moaned. The speed of her fingers around her clit increasing. Dipping between her lips, into her waiting pussy and back out to pleasure her aching clit again. She dropped her phone, freeing her other hand. Quickly she found her lips. One finger. Two. She sighed in contentment. This was what she wanted. For a while, the only sounds were Ember’s squelching pussy and her soft sighs and moans. She needed more. She grabbed her phone again. One message left. From Vermillion.
“I’m a little disappointed that you didn’t choose me for your challenge Silvia. Still, looking at your picture, I think you’ll have fun with my gift ;)”
That wasn’t what she was looking for. She wanted Vermillion to also be impressed with her. To tell her what he wanted to do to her. But wouldn’t since he was too far away. Her fingers had slowed down a little. She wanted more. More people to look at her and tell her what they would do to her. As if hypnotized by horniness, she opened the friend screen. With one finger on her clit and the other on her phone she pushed the button Make my account findable for other users.
She wanted more, more people impressed by her petite form. More people validating her tiny body. What would they say if she’d showed her pussy, showed the little bit of brown pubes.
I’m a little disappointed.. Crap. Why did Vermillion’s disappointment mean so much to her? She pulled her hand from her pussy. Maybe she wouldn’t let herself cum today.
As she drifted off to sleep, her Erastos band chimed softly. Increasing arousal.
