[DarkSide94]

I’ve never actually posted anything I’ve written, but I’ve always been able to amaze the individuals that I wrote for. So I thought I could please everyone and actually publicly post something.

Basically the story is about Emma, who has met a master online and is desperate to meet him in real life, something I feel a lot of us can relate to! �� Her master has planned some tasks and challenges for her to complete first before she is allowed to meet, and this is what this story follows.

Please let me know how you feel, and any ideas for future tasks for Emma are greatly welcomed

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Silence filled the empty flat, broken only by the occasional rustling of paper. The lone occupant lay peacefully on the couch, reading A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J. Mass, although she didn’t seem to be absorbing any of the words.

Emma was a quiet individual. She liked keeping herself to herself, and spent a majority of her free time alone in her flat reading. Her one exception was Friday nights, where her and her small group of friends all met up for a couple drinks. She always took this opportunity to show off her body, wearing dresses that showed her perfect figure, and created amazing cleavage. Combining that with her frizzy hair, the stunning brunette almost never had to pay for her own drinks.

Today was no different. She wore a pair of skinny jeans showing her beautiful legs and ass, paired with a short sleeved blue top, her bra pushing her tits together, forming amazing cleavage. It was the perfect summers day and the outfit fitted beautifully, yet Emma still felt a little uncomfortable in the outfit. After all, it was her master that had demanded she wore it today.

Emma’s phone lay on the table next to her, awaiting the text she was desperate for all day. Her mates still had one last exam to study for, so she knew there would only be one person to text her. Any minute now, her master was going to text her with directions for the day. Emma had no idea what they would be, but she knew she would follow them. It’s was the only way she would be able to meet him. Her bag sat by the door, ready for her to grab on her way, she didn’t want to waste a moment. There wasn’t a lot in the bag. A single change of clothes, a couple books for reading, and a few personal belongings. It was all her master had allowed.

Finally, her phone screen lights up, showing the text she had been waiting for. Grabbing her phone, she throws her book in the bag and runs out the door, still unsure about what to expect.

Masters text was brief, consisting of only two words: “school locker.” Its directions were clear, but the reasoning wasn’t. Yet Emma didn’t care as she ran out the door. Ten minutes time and she would understand. Was her master standing in the school grounds, waiting to ambush her as she walked in, ready to throw her into the boot of his car and drive somewhere. Or maybe further instructions awaited her once she got there. Her master had been very secretive about today, but that didn’t stop her as she rushed up the school steps, almost bursting through the front door.

Moments later, she’s standing beside her locker, staring at the envelope attached to it, “Emma” elegantly written on the front. Tearing open the envelope, she pulls out the hand written note, leaving the contents to fall to the floor. The note was as vague as the text, reading only very basic words: “put these on. Bathroom out of bounds.” Emma stared at the note perplexed, confused about what it meant. She bent down, picking up the envelopes package. Unfolding the pink material, she quickly shoved them into her pocket, her face blushing. With the bathroom out of bounds, how the hell was she meant to change her panties??

Ignoring masters out of bounds wouldn’t be worth it. He would be expecting a video. And with half the school studying at home, finding somewhere quiet shouldn’t be too difficult, especially since Emma knew every inch of the school. In the four years Emma had known her master, she had been made to strip several times. Her most memorable being the day she had been blackmailed into stripping naked in seven different locations throughout the school. Seven locations, seven friends, seven emails. He had deleted one email for every location she stripped in, saving her from exposure to her closest friends. Despite the threat, her pussy was dripping from the moment she walked through the door, leading to the most amazing orgasm she had had in a long time. Obviously she hadn’t made it home, but had stripped in the changing rooms after school, filming the moment to watch back later.

She listed each location in her mind, thinking of the most plausible to use today. The male toilets on the ground floor were already out of bounds, as she presumed was the changing rooms, the cupboard off the gym hall was no use as the hall was being used for exams, and the classroom had since been converted into a study space. This left the small group of trees on the school grounds, under the stairs beside the science department, and the cleaning cupboard on the top floor. Walking past the gym hall towards science, her mind was already made up.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she threw her bag down on the floor, pulling out her phone and resting it against the radiator. Setting up the camera, she started the recording, watching herself on the screen as she took a few steps backwards. Standing beneath the stairs, hidden from view, she hesitates for just a moment. Blowing a kiss for her master, Emma pulls her top over her head, revealing her black bra and flat stomach. Her top hits the floor under the staircase, her hands already fumbling for the clips on her bra. With her heart racing, it took Emma way too long to remove her bra. Surely her master wouldn’t mind, she was stripping entirely for him.

Emma stares across at her phone, the screen shower her topless body. She giggles a lightly, leaning in to blow another kiss, letting her breasts hang beneath her. Moments later, the screen showed her dressed only in her panties. Emma slowly slide them down her legs, swiftly stepping out of them. Parading up and down under the staircase for her master, she felt kinda free. With no more exams and a gently breeze from the hallway against her skin, she smiled.

Emma reached for her bag, pulling masters present from inside. Something felt weird as she put them on, but not enough to make her think twice. Mostly because she could start to hear voices. Emma began to panic, quickly throwing on her jeans, only just getting the zip. They were going to catch her for sure. Caught topless under the stairs by.....

By who? Who was it? She couldn’t risk it to find out. Grabbing her bag and phone, she presses against a fire exit, tripping out into the sunshine. Emma’s body hits the grass outside, the fresh scent of the grass filling her nostrils, the heat from the sun against her back, the blades of grass tickling her nipples.

That single moment of freedom shattered by the realisation she was still topless. Leaving her phone and bag scattered out across the grass, Emma crouched beside the open fire exit, her arms across her chest, holding her breasts against her body.

She recognised the voices now, two girls four years below her, Rachel and Lauren. Very popular in their year, and both were leaders amongst their group of friends. If they discovered Emma, well there would be nothing left of her reputation. The girl found topless at school. She would be mentioned in yearbooks and speeches for years.

The two girls sat half way up the first flight of stairs, both texting away on their phones, chatting to each other about their joint dislike for their current subject, maths with Mr Anders. Maybe Emma could risk it, sneaking back in to grab her clothes. Both bra and top lay together almost directly underneath the girls. If caught, the girls could have pics of her topless around the entire school before the end of class. A tingle ran through her body just at the thought. The level of exposure would be far greater than what Emma had ever experienced, but she would have no doubt crouched in the corner and rubbed her pussy if it happened.

Sneaking in was no longer an option then. She would take the risk outside, and simply wait for them to leave. The fire exit had led to the back of the school, a small strip of grass no one ever really visited except for when the fire alarm rings. Emma just had to hope no one set off the fire alarm today, or she would be on show to most her school.

Barely five minutes had passed and now the girls were in silence, clearly just bored of school and beyond caring. The silence soon broke into a repetitive knocking sound, forcing the two girls to run. The knocking got louder, now clearly someone walking along the floor in a pair of dress shoes.

Emma’s heart starting to race, her mind wandering. It had to be a teacher, it couldn’t be anyone else. The footsteps were too heavy to be a student. Getting caught by a fellow student was bad, but a teacher would be worse. Having to explain her situation and admit her love for her master. A man she has never met, never talked to. A man that uses her for his own sexual pleasures. A man she is willing to do anything for just to meet.