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DeaDia 08: Lazy Sunday
🕑 Added 2025-01-04 12:00:04 +0000 UTCAs Ember woke up, she felt horny. Her pussy was wet. Some half remembered flashes of her dreams fresh in her mind. Which was weird. Normally she didnât remember her dreams. But this time the scenes were there, just behind her eyelids. She had been naked in the middle of a group of people. She knew she should be ashamed, but she wasnât. She was enjoying the attention. Everyone was looking at her. Admiring her. The scene changed and she felt the pleasure as she was massaging her boobs. The vague faces all focused on her tiny tits. Everybody wanted to touch her, and nobody could. Another flash, another change. She had opened her legs. Her fingers caressing her pussy. The spectators were just naked blobs. She couldnât see their faces, but she knew they showed an animal lust. She saw hands jerking off penises, she saw fingers penetrating pussies. All to the view of Ember lying in the middle, pleasuring herself. As her own pleasure increased, she heard the moans of her audience. Moans of encouragement, moans of jealousy, moans of desire. Her hands moved faster, pushing her dream-self towards an orgasm. Her body began to tremble, began to shock with pleasure. Her audience moaned in response. She saw how women twitched, fell to their knees. She saw as sperm shot out of the men as they came. A crescendo of lust. She was there. They came for her, cumming for her pleasure. She felt the orgasm build, she would reward them.
And then she was back in her bed. Her panties were wet, she was tangled in her sheets. Only a dream. Her brain reacting to all the new impressions of the day before. She never had wet dreams. It must have had something to do with the challenges DeaDia set her. She checked her phone. A new text from Linda: âSooooo, you sure you donât want the same toy? I had a lot of fun yesterday. Four times as much fun as normal. If you know what I mean ;) Anyway, hereâs a referral code if you donât want to pay full price.â Immediately her mind went to her black haired friend. She imagined her naked. Legs in the air, toy in her pussy while her face was a mix of pleasure and seduction.
Fucking hell Ember. Not now. Not your friends too. Kyler, sure. The girl in the gym, sure. Porn stars, faceless dream figures. Good enough to fantasise about. But now even thoughts of her best friend pleasuring herself invaded her brain. She really was oversexed. Or maybe undersexed. She still hadnât reached a climax.
She clicked the next notification. DeaDia. A mix of anxiety and excitement bloomed in her chest. She still wanted to get rid of the app. But on the other hand, so far the tasks had been exiting too. Opened her to a new part of herself.
âTwenty-seven new buddy requests. Accept all?â Suddenly she remembered. In her horny stupor, she had allowed other people to be able to find her and send her buddy requests. Had she really wanted strangers to comment on her body? She tried looking for a deny button, but the only options were âAccept Allâ, âAccept Manuallyâ, and âRemind me Laterâ. She selected the last one, and the main screen popped up.
*Current challenge Status:
Challenge level: Equal to player level.
Automated Challenges: 2
Challenge Goal: 3
Completed Challenges: 0
XP Boost: 20%*
Back to zero. Three more challenges to go for today. She got out of her bed. Took a shower, got dressed in a comfy shirt and sweatpants. No plans today, no reason to dress up. She could take this time to finally check the DeaDia small print. She might be able to find a way out. A cup of coffee and a piece of toast with butter were her breakfast while she poured over the end user licence. The licence she accepted without reading. That was stupid. It seemed quite ironclad. Maybe if one of her colleagues in the legal department could have a look at it, they might find a way out. She found an address for DeaDia LLC, though. A quick search showed that it was about an hourâs drive away. Longer if she took the bus and metro. Still something to look into when she was back at work. Maybe she could find out more about the owners.
A new pop-up. âNew automated challenge ready.â Well, no time like the present to start. Most of the automated challenges were quite easy to get started. And she still needed to contact Vermillion for a new challenge too. Or she could risk a challenge from one of her other buddies, even though yesterdayâs propositions hadnât been very promising.
Lazy Sunday
It is important to relax and take some time for yourself. So for today, we have an easy challenge. As long as you are at home, you have to be naked.
That actually seemed easy. It was not like she was expecting any visitors today. But to be sure, she quickly checked her calendar. Nope, nobody. And if she went outside, she could still get dressed. And how would the application even know if she was undressed? If it asked for proof, she could just quickly undress and show her naked body. She clicked Accept.
Please undress. You have thirty seconds.
Ember complied. Dropped her sweatpants, lifted her shirt over her head. This was not that much different from normal. Then her hands got to the waistband of her panties. Maybe a little different from normal. She hesitated, but the timer kept counting down. She didnât want to fail the task before it even started. She dropped her panties on the floor. The timer counted down and a new message appeared. Provide proof. The camera icon flashed and she clicked it. Aimed the camera at her naked body. No photo button this time, the screen closed automatically. Proof provided.
So the app was able to scan her without a photo. That was interesting to know. Well, if this was the challenge, she could live with this. She might need to turn the heat up in her apartment though. She felt goosebumps appear.
Maybe she should message Vermillion too, she had the whole day. What had he said yesterday? âYouâll have fun with my giftâ? What could he mean by that? She opened the message screen. Not really sure what to say. What did you say to some pervert who made you finger yourself? âPlease let me edge againâ? She started to blush as she thought about it. That wasnât it.
âHi.â She felt her fingers tingle anxiously. What if he wouldnât answer? What if he had a challenge that went way too far? She was about to lay her phone on the table and put away her clothes when DeaDia chimed.
âHi Silvia, what can I do for you?â
âSo, I got a favour to ask. The app only gives me two challenges, and I need to do three.â
âAnd you want me to give you the third challenge?â
âYes please.â Should she tell him about the other challenge she was doing at the same time? He might take pity on her and give her an easier challenge. Or he might use it as an opportunity. Maybe she should.
As she was about to start typing, Vermillion replied: âIâm afraid I canât.â
Wait, what? But he had to. What if she had to follow the challenge of one of the other buddies? At least Vermillion felt a little familiar. Like he wouldnât make her do things she really didnât want to do.
âPlease? Iâve got this other challenge too, and I trust you in combining them.â
âWhat do you offer?â
âI donât know. What can I offer? I can take another picture especially for you?â
âAnd what would you show on that picture?â
What would she be willing to show? Heâd already seen her breasts and her torso. Was she willing to go further? Strangely, she was. Vermillion hadnât commented on her body like the others had. And she wanted to impress him. âIâll show my breasts and my pussy.â
âInteresting.â Why didnât he bite? Could she do something to sweeten the pot? She wasnât willing to show her face, but maybe her mouth would do?
âAnd Iâll show my mouth. But Iâm not willing to go further.â
âDeal.â She relaxed, heâd send her a new challenge. She couldnât say she won the negotiation, but she hadnât lost either. âBut next to that, I want something more.â
Of course, he was always pushing her further.
âI want to be the one to set your other two challenges for today. And I want to be in control of the one you already started so I can monitor your progress.â
That actually didnât seem too bad. She might be done quickly today. The only thing was that she had to stay naked.
âHow do I transfer control?â
âJust accept the pop-up.â A few seconds later a new pop-up showed. âGive user Vermillion control over Lazy Sunday?â Ember accepted.
âHmm, that looks like something I could have thought up. They have really improved on their automatic challenges. Now, for the rest of the deal, whereâs my selfie?â
âWait a minute, I want to take a good selfie.â
âTrying to impress me?â
She didnât answer. Instead, she walked around her apartment. What would be a good place to take a selfie? Somewhere that didnât show where she lived. But also had enough light, and allowed her to show off her tight body. Finally, she chose the living room chair. She opened the curtains a little, just enough for a straight beam of light to hit the chair. Then she sat down. Opened her phone. Moved. Not enough light this way. She almost disappeared in the shadows. Other position. Sitting straight up, her breasts forward, a smile on her lips. She liked this view. Her boobs looked good, her lips inviting. Wasnât she forgetting something? Her pussy. She opened her legs. Put a hand over her crotch. No, she had promised a photo of her pussy. And Vermillion had control over the other challenge now. No doubt, he could make her fail it if he wanted to. Her fingers brushed her pubes and she felt a little spark of anticipation. Then she put her arm on the arm rest. Took a picture. Checked it again. She actually looked good in this picture. She hadnât taken naked selfies very often, even though her boyfriends had asked her for them. Sheâd never know where they might end up. Then why did she trust this internet stranger? Maybe it was the anonymity? Now was not the time to delve into that. She opened the DeaDia Messenger again and sent Vermillion the picture.
After a few minutes Vermillion replied. âThank you.â
That was it? Just a thanks? No exclamations? No promises what he wanted to do to her body? Not even an emoji to show he appreciated her naked body. She didnât know what she hoped for, but this matter-of-fact reaction was not it. âDid you not like it?â
âNo, I liked it. Thank you.â
âSo, whatâs next? What challenges will you send me today?â
âDonât be impatient, youâll know in time.â
That was not what she expected. Sheâd expected him to send her some depraved challenge immediately. Instead, she sat here, naked, disappointed. Not that she wanted to do these tasks. She was a good girl. She was only doing this so she could finish the application. And maybe get a little less shy in the progress.
âPlease, can you tell me at least a little of what you have in mind?â
âAre you sure? Patience is a virtue. Knowledge comes at a price.â
She really wanted to know. The anticipation of not knowing had to be worse than the price he could extract. Before she could hesitate she typed a new message. âWhat do you want me to do?â
âEager, arenât you? Hereâs the deal. I like my girls well-kept. So this is what I want you to do. I want you to go into the shower and grab your razor. You will shave everything. Legs, armpits, pussy. I donât want to see any hairs where they donât belong. Or you could just patiently wait until I send you the new challenges.â
Her Erastos band buzzed. Flash Proof: Lazy Sunday Immediately the camera on her phone activated. Did it see her face? Before it could pick up her face, she pointed it down towards her naked body, allowing the software to scan her. A beep of satisfaction. She passed the proof. Sheâd stood up. Was already walking towards the shower. Would she really shave herself for this internet guy? She didnât like to shave. Sure, she kept her bush trimmed so it didnât peek out if she was wearing a bikini, and a while ago sheâd shaved it into a landing strip. But it took so much effort to keep it nice and short. And there was no one to see it anyway. Until now. She found she had already decided as she turned the knob on the shower. She didnât need to do her legs, she had waxed them less than a week ago. She moved up, removed the tiny stubble in her arm pits, hunted her legs for any stray hairs the wax strips had missed. Then up to her pussy. A quick stroke. No way back now. She started shaving herself. Stretching the skin in spots to get the blade as close to her skin as she could. After a while her mind started wandering. What if Vermillion was shaving her. Taking her crotch in his hands, touching her, not to arouse her, but businesslike. Efficient movements with the razor removing stray hairs. She caressed her naked flesh. Not in pleasure, of course not. But to find any stray hairs she might have missed. The top of her mound, the side of her lips, inside her groin. Her fingers ever so lightly over her lips. Between her lips. Up to her clit. She circled it. Went down between her lips, into her pussy. That felt nice. Smooth. She should really send Vermillion another picture. But there was some more time. Her fingers found their way over her smooth pussy. The freshly shaven skin was sensitive. But not in a bad way. It felt like all her caresses were amplified.
She took out her phone. Angled it so it showed her smooth pussy. She double-checked the screen. No hairs. That was good. She took a picture and sent it to Vermillion.
âWell done, little Silvia. That looks much better. I can see you like it too.â
Finally, some praise, even if it was a little stingy. She liked it too? Well, she did, but how could Vermillion see? She opened the photo again. It showed her naked pussy. Her lips a little pink, a wet sheen glistening. Immediately she felt the familiar blush creep up. This wasnât what she had planned. She just wanted to send a confirmation. She shouldnât have played with her pussy. Stupid. With trembling fingers, she typed: âSo, what is the challenge?â
âYouâll have to wait for that dear. But a promise is a promise. As soon as your gift is delivered, I will send you two interlinked challenges. Donât worry, youâll enjoy them. You can even stay at home for them. So you donât need to go out naked.â
âWait the gift. You said something yesterday, about seeing that I would enjoy it after you saw my selfie. What was that about?â
âOh, that? I was just amused to see that you were in a sex shop. I hope you bought something nice for yourself.â
Wait, heâd seen she was in a sex shop? How? She opened the picture again. And there, in the mirror, she could look through the gap in the curtain. A big black dildo just to the side of her arm.
âI didnât buy anything.â
âThatâs a pity. You should buy some. Experiment. But Iâm sure my gift will help with that.â
What the heck had Vermillion sent her? The timer showed that the courier would be delivering the package in two hours. And then she would use it for a challenge? At least she could cross a shirt off the list of possible gifts. She was supposed to stay naked, and Vermillion wouldnât make her fail a challenge on purpose.
âOr is money the issue? You could always sell some of those selfies.â She shuddered at the thought. Selling herself for money, for everybody to see who would pay enough money. Sheâd read about OnlyFans girls who made a killing with their bodies. But it wasnât for her.
âNo, moneyâs not the issue.â
âThen what?â
âI donât know, I just feel bad. Itâs not something a good girl should do.â
âGood girls also donât send selfies to strangers on the internet.â
âThis is different. Here Iâm anonymous. There Iâd have to look the sales person in the eye.â
âI see. Maybe we can work on that.â
No, that was not what she wanted. She just wanted some naughty, fun challenges. Not some kind of personal development plan. Still, she actually had the courage to stay in the shop yesterday. Maybe coming face to face with your fears wasnât that bad.
The next two hours were both relaxing, in that she knew she wouldnât receive the challenges yet, and nerve wracking. Vermillion was cooking something up, she was sure of it. But no more messages from him. He had maintained radio silence until she would received the package. A few more flash proofs activated her camera while she was lounging around naked in her apartment. Every time she allowed the app to scan her for clothes, and each time a happy beep confirmed that, yes, she was naked.
And then the bell rang. The courier. In front of her door. With a package she should accept. But she was also supposed to stay naked. The app would understand if she threw on a robe, wouldnât it? Surely it would not send her a flash proof while she was answering the door. Sheâd just had her body scanned a few minutes ago. And she couldnât accept the package naked. She should have thought of this while she had the chance. The bell rang a second time.
âSorry, coming,â she shouted. She quickly passed through the bedroom, threw on a robe. Tied it closed. No sense in flashing the courier. She opened the door to a twenty-something guy wearing a green hat, holding a small parcel, not much bigger than two hands wide. She saw as he looked her up and down. Taking in her naked legs, the part of her cleavage that the robe didnât cover. Would he know she was totally naked below this robe?
âMs. Silvia?â
Silvia? Oh, right, her fake name. âThatâs me.â
âSign here please.â She signed, got the package. Closed the door and put the package on her coffee table. Her band buzzed. Another flash proof. Quickly she disrobed, took her phone and scanned her naked body.
Proof not accepted. Notifying Challenge Holder.
She was naked, why didnât it accept? Quickly she messaged Vermillion.
âHelp, the app didnât accept my proof. I was naked during the scan. I can prove it.â
âLet me check. By the way, has the package arrived yet?â
âIâve got it here on the table.â
âOpen it while I check the proof.â
She took the strip on the back of the cardboard box and opened it. A white package inside. The interlocked Dâs of DeaDia the only sign marking it. Curious, she removed the plastic wrap and opened the box. Inside a sleek, black, U-shaped device. The material looked to be the same kind of material that the Erastos band was made out of. One side of the U was rounded and a little longer than the other side. It was about half as thick as her wrist. The other side was flattened, about as big as her hand palm. She saw no buttons, no lights. She turned the package over, looking for something like a manual that she might have missed. A cloth bag fell out, no manual.
âSo, Silvia. It seems you were lying to me. You have worn clothes inside the house.â
âNo, I havenât.â
âAre you sure? You were naked for the flash proofs. But the sensors in your band showed that you wore clothing for a minute and a half, a little over five minutes ago.â
The band could see that? She hadnât expected that. And she was caught. She could keep lying, saying that the band was malfunctioning. But who knew what other sources of proof he would have.
âOkay, I threw on a robe to get the package. But that was so shortâŠâ
âStill, you were dressed inside the house. And on top of that you lied to me. The punishment stands.â
âPunishment?â
âIt wonât get in the way of our challenges. For such a minor infraction, I just accepted all your open friend requests. This is your one and only warning, never lie to me again.â
âI wonât.â She felt small. How could this stranger have such power over her?
âForgiven and forgotten. Now, on to the challenges. Do you know what kind of toy that is?â
âIs it a sex toy?â
âWell done. And do you know how to use it?â
âI have no idea.â She had an inkling, but she didnât want to guess.
âReally? The long part goes into your pussy. The flat part covers your mound and your clit.â
âBut how does it work? I see no buttons.â
âYouâll find out. Ready for your challenges?â
Before she could answer, a new challenge popped up.
New Sensations
*For this partnered challenge, wear the new toy for the duration of these challenges.
To continue, please insert the device.
Time left: XX:XX*
It didnât show a time. Even though the whole day, she had felt a latent horniness, right now she wasnât excited. She was apprehensive. Sheâd never used a toy like this. Would it even fit? How would it feel? And what would Vermillion do? She hunted around the package. Maybe they had added some lube. No such luck.
âTick tock, little Silvia. Even though it doesnât show any time, I can still mark the challenges as failed. And I donât think youâll enjoy my punishments. Not yet, at least.â
âI canât.â
âYou canât what?â
âIâm not wet enough, it wonât fit.â
âSo, take some lube, lube it up.â
âI donât have any lube.â
âYou could use spit. Or you have to find a way to get wet enough. What did you do to keep aroused for yesterdayâs challenge?â
âI watched porn.â Sheâd typed it before she knew she was going to. She had never admitted to anybody that she watched porn.
âWell, there you go. Youâve got three minutes.â
Three minutes was not enough. It couldnât be. Quickly she opened a porn site on her phone. Ten seconds gone. Go to the right category. What was she feeling? Solo Girls? It should suffice. Half a minute gone while the video gallery loaded. She clicked the first video. A blonde looked seductively at the camera. Started talking. No time for that. She skipped forward. A dildo pounding the blondeâs pussy. Two minutes left. Her hands caressed her newly shaven pussy. The fingers leaving a tingling sensation. A minute and a half. Not good enough. She moved a finger between her lips, trying to force her body to produce lubricant. One minute left. She was sure that Vermillion would let her fail the challenge. She positioned her phone on the couch. Took the toy in her left hand, while her right hand kept trying to tease enough lubricant from her pussy. She started licking the device. The smooth texture unlike anything she felt before. Slowly her labia parted. A little moisture. She carefully positioned her finger between her labia, in front of her opening. Moved it in a little, and back out. Teasing out all the moisture. Back in a little further, back out. Her lips locked around the fake dick, she had to coat it in saliva. It wouldnât go in otherwise. Half a minute left. Finally, she was able to move a full finger into her pussy. She moved her finger around, trying to make room inside her tight pussy. Curling her finger as she took it out, trying to scoop up as much moisture as she could. A small dribble of spit formed around the toy, she felt it fall down, over her chin, between her breasts, down to her navel. Ten seconds left. This had to be it. She positioned the fake dick between her lips. Pressed. She sighed as it filled her up. Not much thicker than her fingers, still a new sensation. She didnât dare pause to let her pussy get used to it. She had to insert the toy fully. She kept pushing and she felt as her pussy engulfed the toy. With a little shock, it landed against her freshly shaven mound. Immediately a green LED that she hadnât seen during her inspection of the toy lighted up.
âCutting it close, I see.â Ember shifted. Trying to get used to this foreign object. The feeling wasnât bad. If she had had the time, it could have been quite pleasurable she thought. Maybe something for next time.
Niobe paired. Unlocking function.
A new screen popped up. The text and logoâs grayed out and made unreadable.
âReady for part two?â
Fresh Favourites
*Today we are going on a safari of self discovery. For the next two hours we will learn new things about you. We are going to see where your preferences really lie.
To start the challenge, please press the button.
Time left: 02:00:00*
