Caveat Venditor – Exhibitionist & Voyeur – Free Sex Story

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Translation: Seller Beware

“Looking For Orders To Command Me

Curvy dark-skinned F26 here searching for someone to issue me orders in a public setting. 18+ only. No violence please!

do NOT contact me with unsolicited services or offers”

After going through the wording for the umpteenth time and cutting the wordage down as much as she could, Neha was at last satisfied with her ad, after mulling over it for days before finally posting it on Gregslist. It didn’t seem like it would’ve taken so long to hear from someone but Neha remained hopeful that the men on there were every bit as creepy and pervy as on pretty much every other gathering of people online since time immemorial. Still, it took far longer than usual to hear from someone interested in an opportunity to degrade a female publicly.

For a few days after posting those advertisement, Neha continued with daily life at work, checking her inbox once in a while for any responses. Most were bots; some were scams but not one man, it seemed, was eager to take her up on her offer to be commanded and humiliated.

Of course, in the back of her mind, she never intended for things to get too extreme since she could at all times back out and block the guy if the situation got way over her head. Being a female, she knew she could have her choices of qualified masters and planned to cycle through the “weeds” until she found someone capable of giving her a proper adventure.

At this rate, however, chances of having a bunch of choices looked slim and she was eager to lower the bar for anyone who wasn’t just jerking her around or wasn’t a bot.

Finally, on the fourth day after posting her ad did she finally see some hope in her venture, receiving a message on her Snaptalk of all things, which was strange as she had in no way made it public on any of her postings. Against better judgment, her curiosity and desire outweighed all apprehension she had in responding to a lead at last.

After taking a quick sip of her coffee, she turned her attention away from her screen and checked the notification, her back facing the entrance of her cubicle so no one could see her chatting on the phone on business time.

“Hm? Who’s this ‘Caveat’ fellow?” she thought as she pulled up her messages. “Latin’s not really my strong point…”

Caveat: You were the one who posted on Gregslist, right?

Me: Who is this?

Caveat: I’m the one you’re looking for.

Me: How did you get my Snap?

Caveat: All you need to know is you now belong to me.

Oh he’s human, all right. Neha didn’t take him too seriously at first, going through all the more mundane possibilities in her head as to how this creepy motherfucker managed to get hold of her Snaptalk. It was feasible he found her on another forum someplace and just put two and two together. At all times more curious than cautious, though, Neha couldn’t help but want to know more. Who is he? What else did he know? And what does he have in mind? If she was gonna see how it played out, the only next step was to respond – for better or worse.

Caveat: You wanted someone to control you, correct?

Me: I wanted someone to give me commands, one time thing. Not some creepy stalker looking to scare me. Now fuck off before I call the police.

Caveat: You sure you want to do that? Cos they’ll be coming for you faster than they would for me.

At first, Neha refused to let herself be intimidated by threats, but after seeing his next message did it become apparent very quickly that this person wasn’t messing around – and on opening those snaps did her hands begin going cold, her heart beating rapidly in terror: there it was, a picture from one of her earlier adventures wearing only a mask, spreading her Pussy open in a very public cafeteria where she’d found a quiet corner; an oblivious patron just behind her unaware of the naked woman up to her debauchery.

Caveat: This one was my favourite.

“How did this guy get this? I keep it only on one memory card on a second phone!” she wondered to herself as Neha’s hands quivered from a sinking realization of the position she’s in.

As he bombarded her with even more pictures stolen from her exhibitionist collections – about 30 of them – each one more than enough to get her in serious trouble with work, family and friends, Neha’s confidence sank to the point where she’d rely on the wishful denial of flimsy defenses and excuses that somehow that naked person in all those photos were all another person.

“It’s okay, he still doesn’t know those are me. I wouldn’t have bothered with the mask otherwise” she assured herself, before killing her Snaptalk chat and deleting the app from her phone altogether, as though it was enough to rid her of the issue. Taking a breather, she stepped out of the office for a quick smoke break to calm her nerves, taking hurried steps in her heels to the lift lobby and calling the elevator.

“Going somewhere Neha?” asked the frontdesk lady loudly and sarcastically, in an obviously deliberate attempt trying to get Neha in trouble again. It was Allison, the semi-retired spinster whom Neha strongly suspected held racist tendencies from her earlier years, having landed her job knowing the previous owner and boss’s dad.

She’d once gotten Neha into Hot soup at the last review, mentioning how often she’d go on late breakfasts and early lunches. Neha managed to dodge a bullet with that, though if Allison knew exactly what Neha got up to during her lunches she would have a field day getting Neha fired, blacklisted and investigated for public indecency – in that order.

“Want me to get lunch for you and that husband you never had?” replied Neha snarkily before stepping into the elevator angrily while adjusting her shorter-than-professional miniskirt as she slumped against the wall of the elevator, having no mood to deal with Allison’s shit. Her mind was too preoccupied by the earlier conversation with the Caveat creep, thinking it might have been a bad idea to leave the matter hanging.

No sooner than she could shove her phone into her jacket pocket did she receive a notification, this time from her Lifebook messenger, seeing from the banner on the lock screen that it was from none other than Caveat again.

Fuck… Lifebook too!?” she almost said out loud as the elevator touched the ground floor, scurrying out to the lobby while unlocking her phone and checking the notification.

Caveat: You and Allison get along really well, I see.

Me: Who the fuck are you? How did you discover my lb?

Before Neha could type any more furious replies, Caveat had sent her a picture from her user account that sank all hopes she had of ever escaping this situation she’d inadvertently found herself in: it was Neha’s selfie she took the day she got a misguided tramp-stamp tattoo, done during an ill-advised bender. Right afterward did she receive, in clear view, yet another picture of her naked Ass posing against a park bench, this time with the same tattoo on said Ass visibly clear as day.

It didn’t help either that Neha had at all times kept the same short-bob hairstyle since she got the job, which was also as evident as her body shape, skin colour and eyes in those two photos. She may as well have been maskless and naked in both those photos, so indisputable as they were. The mask only served to cover the lower half of her face, all it needed was someone to place her figurative public user account as the naked avenger in those literal public shots.

Caveat: If this reached your colleague, I would imagine the shitstorm that follows will be less than ideal. It’ll ruin you, won’t it?

Neha fought every instinct to hurl all sorts of abuse at this motherfucker, knowing for sure that with just whatever means he had access to he could readily destroy her life in one second. All it took was sending those same photos to someone vindictive like Allison – whom Neha was obligatorily friends with on Lifebook – and Neha was finished.

Me:…What do you want?

Caveat: I want you to know I’m dead serious. You seem to figure out the situation. All you should do, is as I say. And your life remains intact. Every word I say, regardless. Agreed?

Neha was barely in the mood by now to even consider having her smoke; her throat was dry to the point of nausea due to the adrenaline, echoing in her mind the crushing realization that this Caveat fellow, whoever he, or they, were, was in complete control.

There was no bargaining, no return… and no escape. She stood awkwardly in silence contemplating the direction her life took in just those few short days; her freedom disintegrating like dust in the wind.

-2 DAYS LATER, 12:29AM, SOMEWHERE IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD-

The balmy midnight air greeted Neha, who was glad she chose something sleeveless to wear while her bare feet touched the rough concrete and asphalt as she made her way slowly to the alleyway which held the path of her fate.

Her outfit was well-thought out, in general; thinking that she might should do some running if the situation got ridiculous, she opted to don some tight fitting shorts for mobility. It also served a secondary aesthetic purpose of showing off her curvaceously round Ass, which given the dim lighting conditions of the alleyway had her hoping won’t appear as scandalous.

“12:29AM… Almost time” she said to herself, not wanting to risk angering Caveat by being late even by a minute. As the clock hit a half hour past midnight, her fingers braced themselves to respond and just like clockwork, her captor made his appearance as the Snaptalk notification came up:

Caveat: Have you prepared everything I said?

Me: Yes Sir… Only Four articles of clothes… I’m wearing a Tank Top, Yoga shorts, Bra and Panties. No shoes… and no Mask… I’m at the alley behind the park.

With that, Neha sent a quick snap selfie of herself to her master to confirm her wardrobe and her location.

Caveat: Good. Now it’s time to start.

Neha’s hands trembled with trepidation as she gripped her phone, the only other item which was permitted by her master Caveat to bring along on this night of adventure.

Of course, “adventure” being a loose term here, given that she was more or less blackmailed by her now established owner, who explicitly told her that she was to bring along only four items of clothing – and that included each other shoe if she chose footwear – hence her decision to go barefoot.

She’d considered wearing a mask, which would’ve counted toward the Four clothing limit, and figured out she could forgo the bra as long as her identity was protected. However, knowing she could be put into a precarious situation she’d opted to wear the bra at the last minute instead, as though giving herself some semblance of security if her master was merciful enough to let her keep it on, which she doubted was somehow feasible.

Caveat: Repeat the rules I listed out for tonight.

Me:…Rule One. I must follow and execute your every command…

Me:…Rule Two. I am only allowed a maximum of Four Items of clothing at any moment…

Me:…And Rule Three. Anything that happens to me is my fault, not my master’s…

Caveat: You remembered well. But so do parrots. It’s time to see how you follow through… with action and not just words.

Neha’s thoughts returned to wondering how Caveat had known that she’d left her office, how he knew Allison was there. Did he somehow have access to the cameras at her workplace? Was it just someone at work, after all, watching her? There wasn’t much point thinking about it now, though. Whoever Caveat was, Neha knew her life was at all times just one click away from ruination, and the poor girl was at the mercy of a morally ambiguous tyrant.

No time to ponder. No point in thinking. She was only to do, and do her best at that.

Caveat: There’s a garden with a fountain 2 blocks up ahead. That’ll be your first destination.

Me: Yes Sir… I’m walking now.

As Neha slowly walked out of the safety of cover the alleyway provided, part of her was thankful she no longer had to deal with the weird smells and flies buzzing about in that dank narrow passage. The other part of her, however, grew all the more apprehensive as she was more than aware she was no longer hidden in the darkness, wondering whether Caveat wanted her out in the light, visible to all.

The streetlights cast a warm glow from above and as Neha walked past a shop-front she caught her reflection in the glass window illuminated by the yellowish glow. It was an opportunity to look upon herself with still some dignity intact, for she had no idea how far her master would have her be degraded that night. All she could do was hope, and with one last look at herself still being a person with some semblance of their will remaining, she walked away from her reflection ever forward to her destination.

It was a nice, quiet garden; small and quaint, it had a well-carved fountain in the center square, all in all occupying but a tiny alcove with a few iron gates strewn about the place. The water in the fountain hadn’t been running for some time now, having gone stagnant and rank. After traversing the threshold, Neha made her way to said fountain and went to her phone for her next step.

Me: I’ve reached the fountain Sir.

Caveat: Take off your panties.

Me: But Sir, I’m wearing shorts?

Caveat: And? Take off your shorts, then your panties. Place your panties neatly on the fountain dish, then put your shorts back on.

Me: But I’ll be exposed during…

Caveat: You sound almost like you’ve forgotten Rule One. Shall I show you what happens if you disobey?

Neha heaved a sigh of resignation as she realized there was almost little to no wiggle room for questioning her master.

Me: I’ll do it…

Caveat: You’ll do it, who?

Me: I’ll do it Sir.

With that, Neha placed her phone on the fountain dish as she took a long look about the vicinity, ensuring that nobody was within line of sight. Like so many times before she’d done so, only this time the pressure of not being able to control how far she could take things was taking the coy fun out of it. This was deep shit she’d found herself in, and there was no telling how or when it could end, if at all. He could verily keep her as his own Sex slave for all she knew, and had no way of fighting it should the notion possess his mind.

“All clear” she said to herself as she pulled down her shorts, exposing the big juicy Ass as if to some invisible watcher behind in that somewhat overgrown garden, the thin red lacy fabric of her panties hugging each cheek tightly as her butt jiggled while regaining her footing. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her panties down to her ankles in one quick motion on exhale, partially relieved to be rid of the constricting garment. If it wasn’t under such circumstances she would’ve almost enjoyed being bottomless in public.

Of course, if one observed closely there certainly was evidence of her enjoyment as her Pussy juice left a nice long trail following her panties hitting the grass.

She snapped a quick photo of herself bottomless as proof, before swiftly pulling her shorts back up and sending the picture over to her master. As she left her panties folded neatly on the dish of the fountain, she’d just realized how starkly contrasting the red garment stood in that dark garden, wondering if she should hide it somewhere less visible should it be too outstanding. It being so precariously close to that stagnant water wasn’t helping either.

Caveat: Good so far. Your next stop is the bus shelter another two blocks up, north.

Me: On my way Sir…

Neha knew full well that her not wearing a mask was a moot point. However, it was still a issue if the snaps of her activities sent with her face visible was not a good idea no matter the circumstances, yet she didn’t have much choice. On top of that, she was pretty sure Caveat would discover a way to bone her – literally and figuratively – no matter how she tried to snake the rules of her “game”.

Her line of thoughts was broken by the sound of the car driving by her, the slight spray of the puddle it ran over splashing on her bare ankles, almost making her wish she opted for shoes.

“Great, now I’m dirty…” Neha grumbled as she tried to shake off the water from her legs. As she looked up, though, she could see she was just a short sprint to the bus stop up ahead and not wanting to dally on time, decided to jog to her next destination.

Me: Sir, I’ve reached the bus stop.

Caveat: Take off your bra. Same as before, you’ll take off your tank top, then the bra which you’ll place under the seat, then put your top back on.

Me: But Sir, this is way too out in the open! I’ll be seen!

Caveat: It wasn’t a question, slave. Shall I have you leave both your tops there, then?

Again, Neha heaved a sigh; she knew that her master was good in rhetoric, plus he definitely had his finger on the trigger should she disobey him any further.

Me: Yes, sir…

With that, Neha took a quick look about the area to make absolutely sure there wasn’t anyone to spot her and pulled her tank top up and off, holding it between her thighs as she unhooked her bra and tossed it on the grimy floor under the seat, shuddering the wondered of what kind of stains graced the ground. Almost mechanically, Neha took a selfie of her topless with the bus stop in the background before sending it to her waiting captor and hurriedly pulling her tank top back on, adjusting her ample bosom within the constricting material.

“Why did I choose white?” she asked herself as she saw her nipples poking through the white material of her top, erasing any hope of her boobs looking inconspicuous. What pissed her off more was the fact that her bra was in contact with all sorts of germs laying on the floor under the bus stop seat, wondering how she would be able to wear it back later…

Me: It’s done Sir.

Caveat: Nice big tits you have Slave. There’s a traffic light just before the train station gate, go on over now.

“Fuck… I hope he’s not getting me to take something off at each stop…” she mused anxiously as she quickly realized she had only 2 items of clothing on her left. How much further did he intend to expose her at this point?

She could see the distinctive tiled rooftop of the train station in the distance, and with apprehension placed on bare foot in front of the other, unsure if she could – or should – go forth. Darting about in her mind were all the possibilities of how she could escape her master. Block him and change her name? Leave town or the city? Short of getting surgery on her face and changing her identity, Neha knew there was no way she could even hope of running away. The best thing she could do was to comply and hope not to cross her master whose influence seemed to grow with her every step.

Before long, she could see the wrought iron fence that lined the train station where beyond this was the town center.

“Oh my god… This is so public. I really fucking hope he doesn’t plan for me to use this area…” Neha said to herself as she tried not to lose grip of her phone, her palms sweating bullets as she lifted it up.

Me: Sir, this area is really… public. Please, I can only do so much…

Before she could register Caveat typing did he reply her with a single snap of a screenshot, very clearly could she see he had a photo of her naked at her office’s pantry masturbating, ready to be sent to someone on messenger which she barely even looked at who it was, knowing the message was clear.

Me: No sir please I’ll do it! Don’t leak me out!

Caveat: Once you reach the traffic light, take off your shorts and tie it on the pole.

Neha stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening at the prospect of being stripped ever more as she traversed the neighbourhood; of course, he had EVERY intention of getting her naked, thus her worst fears had just been confirmed. Realizing the terrible situation of which she had no say in, Neha started to sob. As the tears ran down her face dropping onto her phone screen, her already sweaty palms even sweatier than before had rendered her phone essentially waterlogged at this point.

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