Megan Says Ch. 02

Megan Says II

My naked self wakes late Sunday morning. My nudity surprises me until my memory of yesterday's game with Megan returns. The more I remember, the more I cannot believe everything Megan ask me to do. Maybe I dreamt it?

A quick check of my email quickly squelches that hope. Megan had sent several emails with zip files full of pictures of me. I am naked in all of them.

The pictures of me standing naked with fully clothed women embarrass me the most. Especially, the ones where Megan's friend holds my dick in her hands. Those feel even worse than the pictures of me performing cunnilingus on Megan.

All the pictures came from the game I made up when I visited my friend Megan. The dare type game, loosely based on Simon says, had Megan telling me to do something. I would do it or say "no." If I say "no," then Megan can ask me something else or repeat the command I had refused. If she repeats the order, and I say "no" again. That ends the game.

I like Megan a lot. I also must have a submissive and exhibitionist vain buried under my shy nature. She quickly figured out the game arouses me, and I did not want it to end. She got me to perform stunts I would never have believed I would do. I even let her photograph my performances.

Megan's last email contains just text. "Remain naked all day except when you leave your apartment. Send me a picture every hour to show compliance. The pictures at noon, four, and eight must be outside and you must be completely naked in the picture. Also, each outside picture must be at a different location. Enjoyed yesterday. It was so much fun. Look forward to seeing you again. Love Megan."

My stomach churns. Now, she wants me to stay naked all day at home and send her naked selfies. Some of the pictures naked while outdoors. What if someone comes to the door? What if my neighbors see me? I reply "no."

Megan simply cuts and pastes the previous text and sends it back. She knows she has me. I decide to negotiate. "Can I leave my shoes and socks on for the outside pictures?" Megan acts generous. "You can for half of them." Of course, with three outside pictures, half only means one.

I remain naked from the night before. It is almost ten o'clock. I feel a little devious. I comb my hair and snap a picture of my head and shoulders. I send it right at ten.

I receive Megan's response immediately. "Ha Ha. You must show your face and dick in all of the pictures to prove you are naked. Send another picture, now! As a penalty for your little joke, you must now send a picture every thirty minutes."

"Also, pictures at twelve-thirty, four-thirty, and eight-thirty must also be outside. Remember, outside pictures must be at different locations." I get out my tripod to hold my phone. I take and send a full body photo.

I decide to get a little creative. If I am going to play this game I might as well have a little fun. For the ten-thirty picture I take it in the shower.

I need to use the tripod to get the camera far enough away to get all of me in the picture. I easily do this alone in my apartment, but what about outside? Setting up the tripod, getting the camera set right, stripping, posing, and redressing takes time. That time prevents taking a quick snapshot.

Noon approaches. The adrenaline starts pumping. So does the arousal. I decide to make the first outside shot on my patio. My apartment complex stays fairly quiet and walls block the patio view on two sides.

The tripod mounted camera faces the patio door. The lighting gets adjusted, so the inside and outside light matches. I want to get a useable picture in one shot. Looking outside and listening for sounds tells me no one is around. All remains quiet.

I open the patio door and block it open with a shoe. I initiate the camera button. The timer starts to count. Stepping outside onto the patio, I make a quick turn. I am too quick. I need to wait almost five seconds with my bare ass hanging out while the timer finishes.

Stepping inside, I move to the side away from the doorway. Kicking the shoe away, I close the door. The picture looks pretty good. I send it to Megan.

At twelve-thirty, I repeat the process at the front door for the next picture. The front door ranks a little riskier. The stairway runs there increasing the potential for getting caught. This time, I wait a few seconds after I start the timer before I step outside. I turn, the picture takes, and I step back inside.

Before I take the three-thirty picture, I lay out my clothes for going out. As soon as that picture goes, I dress to go out. I only wear loose exercise shorts and a T-shirt along with shoes and socks. I want to be able to undress and dress quickly.

I place the phone and tripod in a backpack in order to avoid drawing attention. I head towards the back of the apartment complex. A maintenance house backs up to the woods. Behind it I am hidden from the apartments and parking lot.

I set up the camera and slip off my shoes and socks. A minute before four I remove my shirt. With a quick look around, I slip off my shorts and start the camera timer. Ten seconds later, I am slipping back into my shorts.

I head back into the woods behind the apartment for the next picture. Being alone in the woods makes this picture easy. I chose a small clearing and make a quick check for spiders and other issues.

I feel so comfortably alone, I actually strip before setting up the camera. I masturbate a little to get a good erection as I wait for four-thirty. I even take a second picture because I do not like the first photo. I also pack up the tripod before dressing and returning to the apartment.

After the thrill of being naked outside, the remaining inside pictures feel dull. I try to spice them up by doing silly poses or facial expressions. In one, I am vacuuming. In another one, I am in the kitchen cooking. For the seven o'clock picture I am on the bed masturbating. I have a picture of Megan on my computer and attempt to act out an orgasm face.

I head back out for my last two outside shots. The sun is setting and the darkness brings privacy. I drive to a nearby neighborhood with large lots and the houses set back from the street. I pull over between two houses and set up the camera. I must use a flash, but I am feeling confident.

I quickly redress and check the results. The picture cut off my head. I strip for a second take making sure I am farther back. I even check my phone and send it before redressing.

When I go to reclaim my clothes, I see her. A thirty something jogger holds my shorts and T-shirt. She calmly states, "Explain what you are doing and why I should not call the cops."

I explain I am playing a dare game and need to send a nude picture every thirty minutes. She says, "I will help you. Pack up your camera." However, she keeps my clothes and takes her own pictures of me while I pack the tripod in my backpack. Everyone carries a camera these days.

We both get in my car, and she introduces herself as Debby. I introduce myself. She requests to see my driver's license. She photographs that and then demands my phone number. She calls me to make sure I told the truth. Then, she inquires more about the game. I wind up texting her Megan's email address.

She instructs me to drive to her house. She lives just a few blocks away. Then, she invites me in. I have no choice but to accept. She inquires more about the game. I wind up showing her this morning's email from Megan as well as some of the pictures I have taken today. I even explain in detail the rules for Megan Says. She forces me to pose for a few more photos.

As eight-thirty nears, she tells me to set up my camera. I explain that the next picture needs to be outside. She leads me to the backyard. She poses with me for the picture, but she keeps her clothes on. She collects a few more pictures of me around her pool before returning to the house.

Debby changes into some lingerie for the nine o'clock picture. Then, she sends me away without my clothes. I need to streak from my car to my apartment. An email from Debbie awaits me. It requests I send her all of today's photos and include her on the rest of today's emails to Megan.

I am copied on another email Debby sent to Megan. She introduces herself and explains how she caught me. She says she enjoyed the game.

I make the ten o'clock picture the last one. I am in my bed and say goodnight. Megan responds, "You did very well today. I see you even made a new friend. I look forward to seeing you next weekend.

Send me three hundred dollars, so I can shop for the party. Remain naked all week while you are at your apartment. Send a bedtime picture each night. Have pleasant dreams." Megan copies Debby on the email.

Tuesday evening the doorbell rings. Being naked in my apartment has become almost normal. But now, what do I do? I look out the peephole and see Debby standing there.

Debby demands, "Open the door. I know your home. Your car is here." I open the door. She has her phone ready and snaps a picture as soon as I open the door. She carries in a basket full of food. She made us dinner. "Don't worry. Megan knows I am here. She even suggested I visit you."

Debby spreads dinner on the table. She even brought candles. She photographs me lighting them and standing in front of the table. During dinner, we talk about each other and the game.

I learn Debby is divorced and her ex has her kids for the month. She mentions her continued correspondence with Megan. Megan told her all about what I did Saturday. She informs me there are a few more tasks Megan wants us to perform this evening. I should check my email.

An email from Megan supports Debby. It simply reads, "Do as Debby says. She has her instructions." Debby plays photographer while I wash the dishes.

Once they get packed away, she directs me through several other photo stunts. Then, she instructs, "Sit on the couch. It is your turn to play photographer."

Debby starts some music playing on her phone and begins performing a strip dance. I am so surprised that Debby needs to prompt me to start taking pictures. It does not take long before Debby matches my state of undress.

Debby has me retrieve my tripod and we take several poses together. We end the evening by sending the pictures to Megan and each other. Then, Debby dresses, kisses me goodnight, and departs. I almost forget to send a goodnight picture to Megan.

Friday morning, I receive instructions from Megan. "Drive to my place after work. Email me right before you leave. Email me again when you get parked. I will provide additional instructions." Megan lives about two hours away in Atlanta. With Friday night traffic it takes even longer to arrive. Megan quickly responds to my email.

"Remove all of your clothes except your underwear. Lock everything in your car trunk except your phone and your car fob. Go to Mary and Britney's apartment, number 125, and ask to borrow a box of condoms. Do what they require to obtain the condoms, and bring them to me."

Mary and Britney are Megan's neighbors that caught me on my naked car trek last weekend. At least, I will have my underwear this time. I remove my clothing.

A car parks nearby. I wait for the occupants to go into an apartment before continuing. I pop the trunk before getting out of my car. I toss my clothes in the trunk and shut it. I quickly lock the car door and head for apartment 125.

It takes a minute to find the apartment and several minutes before Britney answers the door. I hear them inside and suspect they are deliberately prolonging my agony.

"Can I help you, Paul." "May I borrow a box of condoms?" "Come in while I check if we have any to spare." I enter and wait while Mary and Britney make a show of searching for condoms.

They return with an unopened box of Trojans. Mary says, "But you cannot return used condoms. You will need to buy them." Brittney interjects, "I think your underwear and a few more nude pictures should cover the cost. We want to make a collage like Megan's."

Mary adds, "Also, we will need to borrow your car to buy some replacements. Hand over your keys. You can get them back Sunday." I reluctantly relinquish my only remaining clothing and my car's electronic key.

Posing for pictures comes next, but Mary and Britney have even more games to play. "Maybe Paul should try one on to make sure they fit." "Open the box, Paul, and try one on."

I surrender and start to open the box. The cellophane wrapping proves difficult. After I fiddle with it for a few minutes while Britney continues to take pictures, Mary rescues me with a scissors.

Once I open the box, Mary retrieves a condom and begins slipping it on my dick. Britney continues documenting my ordeal. After a few more poses, both alone and with my host, they say goodbye and show me the door.

I scurry up to Megan's apartment. Megan takes her time before answering the door. She stares right at my condom covered penis. "I see you're ready. I guess I owe you a reward for being a good boy."

Megan leads me straight to the bedroom. She makes a show of undressing before taking me to bed. All of the humiliation was worth it.

Megan and I rouse ourselves and have dinner. We talk over dinner. Mostly about how I felt performing her stunts. She already knows they arouse me. She confesses seeing me parade around naked arouses her. However, her power over me turns her on the most. She admits planning the condom stunt with Mary and Britney had her horny and ready for my arrival. She also hints at more to come.

We talk about Debby. Megan has me explain how I got caught. My embarrassment makes her gleeful. She mentions Debby volunteered to play Megan says. She has been playing and sending Megan pictures since Monday.

However, Debby has refused any task involving nudity outside except in her backyard. She is less fearful of ending the game than me. If Megan pushes her too far, she will quit.

Megan pulls out her last surprise of the day. In a four-foot square frame mounts my underwear from last Saturday. A collage of my nude pictures surrounds my bikini brief. One of me standing with Megan sits at the top center. Megan hands me a hammer and photographs me mounting it on her bedroom wall.

Megan makes a show of dressing in pajamas before we go to bed. We cuddle until we fall asleep.

We sleep in and eat a late breakfast. Megan showers first, dresses, and plays photographer while I wash up. By now, I am so use to being photographed nude it barely registers. We have sandwiches and fruit for lunch and clean up quickly.

The doorbell rings. Megan sends me to answer. Mary and Britney greet me with a smile. Megan fixes them drinks while they tease me about my lack of dress. The bell rings again. A glance from Megan sends me to answer.

I assume it will be Megan's friend that lives in the apartment complex. I am surprised that it is Trish. Trish works as a bartender at the club where Megan works. Trish looks me over and says, "I like your outfit."

Megan hands me a mimosa and offers Trish a drink. I indicate I would prefer water. Megan counters, "Drink This. It is not like you are driving anywhere." I dutifully concede.

We gather in the living room. Megan motions for me to sit on the couch between her and Mary. The other ladies take the nearby chairs.

Megan starts a video on the TV. It shows my car taken from a high angle. She must have taken it from the stairway landing outside her apartment. It shows me placing my clothes in the trunk and heading off in my underwear.

It cuts to me standing outside Mary and Britney's place. She must have had a hidden camera. My exploits inside the apartment come next. I am surrendering my underwear and having a condom installed. These shots even have sound.

The ladies seem to be enjoying the show while I squirm both on and off the screen. The outside camera shows me as I exit wearing only a condom. The show picks up outside Megan's door.

The video ends with Megan saying, "I see you're ready." The ladies make a show of applauding while I blush. Seeing myself nude on TV feels even more embarrassing than sitting here naked.

Music starts, and Megan suggest I perform a table dance for Trish. I obey her command. My dancing looks terrible, but Trish seems to enjoy it. Maybe she is just being kind. The cell phones come out to record the show. As directed, I move through the other ladies in subsequent songs.

Charades come next. The ladies split into teams. Megan and Trish go into the bedroom to write out phrases while Mary and Britney stay here and do the same. I get sent to the balcony, so I will not know the phrases beforehand. More exposed waiting.

Trish retrieves me some time later. She mentions, "I like your underwear collage Megan made. I want her to make one for me."

I causally reply, "I am all out of underwear at the moment." Trish responds, "I would buy you some, but that would dampen the fun. Maybe I can obtain some next weekend."

We join the others and go over the rules. Someone on the team not playing will be time keeper and announce "thirty seconds" when it reaches the four and a half minutes. Five minutes is the limit.

The rest of the rules seem pretty standard. They have me slide the coffee table aside to create more acting space. I will be the permanent presenter for both teams. I stand naked before four ladies. I cannot believe I am doing this.

I draw the first slip of paper and read, "Sexual Intercourse." My face turns red, and I threaten to quit. Megan will not let me. "We have already seen you nude. A little game of charades will not hurt you."

I perform the best I can. Mary and Britney do get it in the allotted five-minute time. Next comes "Stripper." Halfway through it, I notice the camera hidden in a plant on the end table. Megan is filming this.

The game continues. All of the items run along a sexual theme. The mildest one is "Romeo and Juliet." The worst is "Female Domination." Sometimes, I think they have the phrase, but they wait to the very end just to keep me performing. They do not even bother to keep score.

As darkness falls outside, we break for dinner. Mary and Britney slip away, and I talk with Megan and Trish. Megan has me pose with Trish for more pictures. A text message tells us dinner is ready, and we walk down to Mary and Britney's apartment. The spaghetti dinner is delicious.

We return to Megan's to refresh drinks and finish the charades game. Only four more slips remain. It does not take long to complete the remaining items. Another round of drinks follows before Megan gets back to Megan says. I do not enjoy the look on Megan's face.

"Stand in front of everyone." I obey. I have been naked in front of the ladies all day. I am past the point of letting that bother me. I do have a bad feeling about where this might be going.

"Masturbate for us." This is worse than I expected. I say, "no." Megan reacts. "You do not want to end the game for this. You enjoy the attention too much. "Now, masturbate for us."

I am embarrassed and not sure what to do. I have never masturbated in front of anyone. Now, I am being told to do it in front of four women.

In addition, I usually use an old T-shirt or other cloth to masturbate. I am not even sure if I can successfully perform with just my hand. Nevertheless, I do not want to refuse. Megan's stunts are degrading, but performing them is thrilling and arousing. I do not want to anger Megan or end the game.

"Hurry up. Before I think up something worse for you to perform." Megan's voice disrupts my nervous reflections. My right hand grabs my cock and goes to work. I am already in an aroused state from today's activities.

With a little agitation my dick becomes stiff. I continue to stroke my hands along my shaft. Being watched arouses, but it also distracts. I close my eyes and concentrate on my arousal. I think about Megan and her loving dominance over me. I erupt and spew my seed.

Trish grabs a handful of paper towels and wipes up the mess. I retreat to the bathroom to clean my dick and hands. It also allows me to hide my humiliation from the ladies. If only, I could hide it from myself. Megan shortly retrieves me from my solitude.

Megan and Trish need to work tomorrow, so the party breaks up early. Megan has me hug and kiss each guest goodbye. Trish leaves first. She says, "I enjoyed your show. Drop by the club and see me tomorrow."

I jokingly reply, "But I don't have a thing to wear." She quips as she exits, "Just come as you are." After a little small talk, I pose for a few pictures with Mary and Britney before kissing them goodnight. Megan locks the door behind them and takes me to bed.

We spend a lazy morning together as Megan prepares for work. Shortly after noon Megan walks me down from her apartment. She kisses me goodbye and leaves me at Mary and Britney's door. I need my car key fob to reclaim my clothes and drive home.

I ring the doorbell, but nobody answers. Now, what do I do? I cannot go back to Megan's; the door is locked, and Megan has left for work. I ring the doorbell again while trying to hide in the shadows.

After leaving me nervously exposed for fifteen minutes, I receive a text from Mary. "Send us a nude selfie standing at our door. I need my car key, so I obey. Seconds after the picture is sent, Britney answers the door. I request my key fob, and she invites me inside.

A few pictures, kisses, and gropes later, I leave with my car fob. I quickly head to my car. It has been moved. I search most of the parking lot. Twice, I need to duck behind cars when someone drives by.

I find my car. I quickly head for the trunk to obtain my clothes. My pants and shirt are missing. I grab my socks and shoes and retreat into the driver's seat.

The blanket I keep in the car has also disappeared. A quick check into the center council confirms my wallet and keys reside there. A deeper look shows my wallet is about a hundred dollars light.

The naked two-hour drive home is nerve-racking. I cautiously drive keeping under the speed limit. Fortunately, I have enough gas for the trip. Stopping was not an option. By the time I arrive home, I badly need to use the bathroom.

I grab my keys and hurry into my apartment. I use the facilities and dress before returning to my car to check if Mary and Britney left any other surprises. Other than a note from Mary and Britney, I find no other surprises.

That night, I receive an email from Megan. "Thank you for an entertaining weekend. I look forward to seeing you again. Love Megan."