Mystic Temptations Ch. 10

The alarm for 5:55 PM went off, pulling Emily back out of the music. She checked her phone. The next punishment was named "Oops, wrong number". Emily frowned, wondering if other people would be involved. She considered skipping it but curiosity got the best of her, and she had nowhere to be...

When the punishment activated and the details became available, Emily kicked herself for not skipping.

4 photos from "Photo-Shoot" will be selected at random. At 8 pm the photos will be sent to a random contact. If you have purchased the Status Section, you may pick one photo to remove. Any photos that have previously been sent will not be selected until all photos have been sent. Any contacts that have been deleted since the activation of Mystic Temptations can also be sent the photos. See the Active Punishments section in the status tab to remove a photo from the selection.

Status section?! I haven't unlocked that! A more worrying thought occurred to her, what if it sends them to my uncle? Or my grandma? She couldn't remember much past the topless photos, but it wouldn't surprise her to find a full nude.

Emily chewed on her lip and bought the Status Page upgrade. It cost nearly all of her gems, leaving her with a paltry 1/50. The purchase hurt, but Thanksgiving would never be the same again if her nudes leaked to her family.

She returned to the "Oops, wrong number" entry and thumbed through the photos. The first one showed her fully dressed, standing and smiling at the camera. Her breasts strained against the top, the nipples only just visible beneath. Skimpy, but not pornographic. She struck a similar pose in the next shot, sans a top. Emily groaned at the next photo. In it, she had her head rolled back. Pure ecstasy apparent from her parted lips and the fingers shoved down her lace panties.

Despite that, she knew without a doubt the last photo would be the one she deleted. In it, she sat completely nude on the ground with her knees spread, every crease and fold of her pussy captured perfectly. The butt plug gleamed just beneath her silken folds.

Emily deleted the photo and the "Delete" option grayed out. She sighed, still uneasy about the uncertainty of the punishment, but she had mitigated some of the potential damage, at least.

Maybe Lynn will get them. Or my ex, show him what he's missing out on, she shook her head.

The status page had some interesting info in it. One section had a bunch of standard info about her such as height, weight, sex, gender, eye color, and so on. It knew medical information, like her current heart rate, blood pressure, and even her blood type. There was a list for injuries and a list for illnesses. "Mild bruising on butt cheeks," was listed under injuries.

A pleasant reassurance came when she read that she was not pregnant. The same section also told her that she had no fertility problems; a reminder that she would have to take care of that soon.

She could now see the current status of all of her increasable attributes. These didn't have a number on them, only a bar with varying fullness. None of the bars were over half currently. Did this mean she was below average in every aspect of her life?

Rather than dwell with the implications, Emily chose to head outside to the kitchen to make dinner. She spied Ava sitting on the couch, watching some show Emily was unfamiliar with. Ava hadn't seen her yet, and she considered retreating back to her room, but they would have to face each other eventually. Surely they could smooth things over? They were friends, after-all.

Emily joined Ava on the couch. Both girls had deep blushes on their faces. The tension held fast in their silence and Emily made the first move to break it. She asked Ava about how her classes were going and about the project she'd been working on. The conversation plodded along, occasionally gaining momentum, and soon the girls were chatting like they used to. When the the show ended, Ava excused herself to her room.

Emily decided to stay and watch some more. She stretched across the cloud-like cushions and stroked the soft fabric. Lynn had bought the couch for the dorm--likely a purchase from one of her wealthier toys.

The front door burst open making Emily jump. Olivia walked in, dragging her boyfriend Max behind her. Max stood at about 5'9" with a healthy but soft build. They exchanged a hasty "Hello" before disappearing into Olivia's room.

Emily felt a wetness spread between her legs. One of her dirty secrets is that she would often lie in bed and play with herself while listening through the wall as Olivia and Max fucked. It used to be the only time she would masturbate. Emily slipped back into her room. She fell naked into her bed and idly played with herself while she waited. It didn't take long.

A low and muffled whine came through the wall, followed by another. A soft rhythmic thumping started. The moaning became louder. Emily moaned softly as she ran her fingers over her clit. She hardly tried to keep herself quiet, knowing from the past few days that it was a futile endeavor. The thrill of being heard proved to be too much, and a loud "YES!" erupted from her lips.

"OH GOD! OH FUCK YES!" she heard through the wall.

"FUCK! OH FUCK YES!" she replied even louder. It'd be impossible for them not to hear her.

"Oh, FUCK! HARDER!"

Emily felt her orgasm approaching.

Olivia's own climax burst through the wall as if it were made of tissue paper, "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK MEEEEEE! OH GOD I'M CUMMIIIIIING,"

Emily and Olivia fell off the edge together.

The wall had gone silent and left Emily alone with the sounds of her own panting. She listened for a few minuets, hoping for a second round. When nothing happened, she pulled up her phone. It was 8:07 and the pictures would have been sent. With her heart racing, she opened her messages to see who the pictures had been sent to.

Tyler--her chemistry lab partner--had been the lucky recipient. Emily sighed and curled into a ball. Chemistry was about to become very awkward. The message had been read, but he hadn't replied.

Hopefully he's jerking off to it. I know I would. Her arousal helped take the edge off of her shame. She decided against explaining herself to him, hoping he would assume she had been drunk and sent the photos to the wrong person. She didn't typically drink, but he didn't know that.

She claimed her gem for the "Orgasm" task. One more and she would complete all her dailies. The wall next to her remained silent. She hadn't heard the couple leave, and hoping they would recover and fuck again, Emily pulled a blanket over her nakedness and waited. Her patience payed off. The moans and thudding returned, and she and Olivia shared another orgasm through the wall.

At 11:55 PM, she received her next punishment. It was named, "Desperate". If she skipped the punishment, then she wouldn't know its details. It seemed better to let them play out so she could strategically skip them in the future.

When the clock hit midnight nothing happened. She found the description for "Desperate."

You will be unable to make yourself cum for 12 hours.

It was easy enough as a late-night punishment, as she could sleep through most of it. She put her phone on it's charger, lied down, and waited for the bondage items to spawn in. At 12:15 she was pulled down the bed as her arms were forced above her head. Handcuffs with a long chain wrapped itself around her headboard then connected to her wrists. Her knees were force to bend and her calves were tied to her thighs by rope.

She jolted against her bondage as something sharp bit at her nipples. Two nipple clamps had appeared with a chain connecting them, pulling her breast together.

"OOhhhh!" she rocked on her back as she got used to her new position on the bed. A frustrated grunt hissed through her clenched jaw. Tonight was going to be hard. She ignored her attention starved breasts and managed to fall asleep.

The phone's alarm screeched to life at 5:55 AM. Emily's body ached from the bondage, but nowhere near as bad as her nipples. She massaged them with one hand, alternating between the two as their need arose. The other hand brushed against her pussy, collecting the juices that had been building overnight.

"MMMMMmmm." She stroked faster. She twisted a nipple and her back arched. "Ooooooo yes." She was so wet; this would be a quick one. "OOOOO FUCK YES. Oooh GOD!" The orgasm built faster and faster. "OH FUCK! YES! FUCK ME!" She was there, teetering on the precipice. She worked her clit frantically. "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUCK!" Her screams became colored with frustration. She couldn't get herself there.

Her eyes shot open. The punishment! I can't cum!

"UUUUhhhhh" she cried, and collapsed limp on the bed.

The next punishment would be doled out soon. The familiar, "Roll the Dice" would be next. She chose not to skip it.

A cold shower would help her calm down. And it did. A little. The shower head called to her, but she knew it would only lead to disappointment.

After her breakfast she pulled on some old sweatpants--they were about 5 years past their prime, but were the only leisure wear that fit her new form--and took her laundry down to the machines in the basement.

She eyed the washer as it bounced. That won't work, she reminded herself. The ache between her legs made her try anyway. Maybe it won't count as doing it myself. She didn't worry about her moans being heard over the banging of the washer. She braced against it and whined as the machine ground against her. Once again she was brought to the brink, but could go no further. She sunk to the floor in defeat.

As she folded the scant few clothes she owned that fit her, she decided that it was time to buy more. Money was tight, but she needed more options. A thrift store a few blocks away opened at 10. Emily tried to distract herself by watching TV until then.

This punishment is the worst.

She hit the jackpot at the thrift store. She found a couple of tight tank-tops that lent themselves well to her daily flashing mission. There was a skirt (not dissimilar to the one she borrowed from Lynn) and a pair of shorts. Both were a bit old and worn, but they made her ass look great, so she doubted anyone would notice.

All of this was good, but the last item was a real steal: A red, strapless dress. It caressed her curves and ended at her mid-thigh. The material felt supple, and she could see the dress lasting her through many uses. It was something she could wear out to a nice dinner, or to a party.

Emily was so excited that she forgot to check the price tag. When it rang up as only $5 she had to bite her tongue. It has to be miss-marked. The thin man at the check-out raised an eyebrow and reached for a large binder. Emily had to think fast.

A rack of jewelry sat on the counter and she leaned in to inspect some earrings. She caught the top-edge of her shirt on one of the hooks.

"Oh no!" she said, pulling the man's attention towards her. She fumbled at her shirt, and took a step back, taking the display with her. The man jumped forward to save the stand from falling. In the chaos, Emily managed to expose her left breast to him. He turned a deep shade of red and almost dropped the rack clutched in his hands.

"I am so, so sorry!" she said, freeing herself. Emily tucked her boob back into her shirt and pulled out her money.

"I--well, it's... fine" desperate to escape the situation, the man took her money and bagged her things and she left without further hassle.

She completed the rest of her flashing tasks on the walk home. The need between her legs had become unbearable.

Olivia and Max were watching a movie in the living room. She said a quick "Hello" and went to her room. In only 10 minutes, she would be allowed to cum again.

At 5 till, her next punishment revealed itself: "Considerate Lover." Well that's ambiguous.

Anticipating her release from the previous cruel punishment, Emily began to stroke herself. She propped her phone up in a way that she could see the time. She wanted to cum as soon as the clock rolled over.

Her orgasm swam just below the surface, waiting. It was going to be a big one. When her phone ticked over to 12:00 her entire body tensed, ready for release.

Nothing happened.

"What the fuck?" she yelled, and grabbed her phone. She read the description for "Considerate Lover" and almost wept.

You will be unable to cum until you make someone else cum.

This one didn't even have a time limit. Dread filled her. Lynn wouldn't be back until tomorrow. She could text her, of course, but she didn't want to bother Lynn. Emily took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

A sultry voice whispered in her head, There's two people out in the living room.

No, they have each other, they don't want me, she responded.

Every man wants a blow job.

Emily shook her head. They're a couple, it wouldn't be right. Still, she couldn't get it out of her head. She was desperate to cum. She slipped her clothes back and improvised a plan as she stalked out to the living room.

"Olivia," Emily said as she stepped around the corner, "can I talk to you for a second?" Olivia looked up from her movie, with a questioning look on her face.

"Sure," Olivia didn't move.

"Um. In private. Please," Emily looked down at her feet.

"Okay," she got up and followed Emily to her room. "So, what's up?"

"Well... Um," she'd already come this far. The throbbing in her pussy forced the words out. "Would it be okay if I gave Max a blow job? I need the practice," the words fell to the floor.

Olivia stared at her blankly. "Um, could you say that again?"

"I know this is weird but I want, no, need to practice giving blow jobs. Could I practice on Max? Just this once? Please?"

"You want to give Max a blow job?"

"Yeah."

"Did Lynn put you up to this?"

Emily blinked at that. Did Olivia know about Lynn?

"Um. Kinda. Not exactly, but yeah." Lynn wouldn't mind the little lie if it meant keeping the app a secret between them. Emily chanced a look up at Olivia and was surprised to see her friend smirking at her. Emily grinned back sheepishly.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, Olivia spoke, "Okay. But with a few conditions."

Emily's nervousness exploded into excitement. Her pussy sang, her release would be soon. "Yes, anything," Emily stammered quickly, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice.

Olivia gave Emily a knowing look, but let Emily's eagerness go without note. "First, you will swallow. He likes that and I don't do it very often."

"Yes. Absolutely. No problem." As if I wouldn't anyway.

"Second, you will be naked."

Emily was a little taken aback by that request, but didn't hesitate with her answer. "Not a problem."

"And third," Olivia looked Emily up and down with hunger in her eyes. "I get to play with those magnificent tits of yours before we go back out there."

Emily could only stare. I didn't know she liked girls. She agreed without a second thought and pulled her shirt off. She pushed her shorts down since she would need to be naked soon anyway and looked back up at Olivia, waiting. Olivia had seen her naked a few times now, but only briefly when Emily rushed to hide in a room. Now she stared directly at Emily's massive new tits. Emily blushed under the attention, but stood still and allowed Olivia to look.

"Wow. Those are, without a doubt, the best pair of tits I've ever seen."

Emily's face grew hot at the complement. Olivia moved closer and reached out toward one of Emily's breasts. Olivia gently cupped one, and Emily let out a small moan.

"And they're so perky too." Olivia brought her other hand up and cupped both breasts. Her warm, soft palms brushed against Emily's nipples, eliciting another moan.

"You really like that, don't you?" Olivia asked. She gently rolled both of Emily's nipples between her fingers.

"Mmmmm," Emily let out as she clenched her eyes shut.

Olivia's hands roamed around the edges of her breasts. A warm mouth enveloped Emily's nipple and a loud moan came out. The orgasm hiding just beneath the surface pushed up again. She probably would have cum if she hadn't been blocked by the punishment. Another moan escaped as Olivia licked her other nipple. Emily squirmed for a few more agonizing moments as Olivia got her fill of Emily's breasts. Finally, Olivia stopped her groping and stood up straight.

"All right. Lets go work on those blow job skills."

Emily's breathing was uneven and her body felt hot with need. Olivia stopped Emily in the hall. "Wait here until I call you," she whispered, then stepped around the corner.

"What's up?" Max asked, "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything's fine. In fact, I have a surprise for you."

"Ooo, what is it?"

"I promise you'll love it. Just sit back and enjoy. Let her do all the work. Okay Emily."

Emily walked out, resisting the urge to cover herself as she approached the couch. Max's eyes grew wide and scanned her body, eventually falling to rest on her breasts. His mouth hung open.

"Um. Wha..." Max stammered. "What's going on?"

"I told you, just enjoy," Olivia said. Then she stepped to the side and gestured for Emily to kneel on the floor in front of Max.

Emily got on her knees and reached for his pants. For a moment she worried that he would stop her. Instead, he scooted towards the edge of the couch and lifted his hips so she could remove his pants. His cock strained against his briefs and she could see that while he wasn't small, it did not rival the size of Lynn's toy from the park. She freed his cock from its fabric prison and it sprang upright joyously.

Emily desperately wanted to mount him and ride him till he popped. She almost tried it. However, she wanted to respect her friend's terms, so she ignored the urge.

Leaning forward, she took him into her mouth. A couple of inches remained and she choked as she tried to swallow the rest.

"Take it slow," Olivia murmured from the couch.

Emily tried to remember what had worked well the other night. She swirled her tongue around the head and worked the shaft with one of her hands. Emily fingered herself with the other.

Max's hand settled on top of her head. He relaxed further into the couch, his head rolled back. She moaned around his dick as his fingers tangled in her hair. Inch by inch she took more of him in. His strong grip prevented her from pulling too far away. Max's thighs flexed around her sides.

"Just try to relax. Take it all in," Olivia said.

The pressure he exerted on her head became inescapable. He choked out a sigh he had been holding back, all the while Emily willed herself to to not gag. The first spurt of cum painted her tongue as the orgasm that had been eluding her all morning washed over her. She managed to keep her lips sealed around his dick as she rode the waves of pleasure, all other sensations drowned out by the pure bliss. The silken texture of his cum brought her back to the night in the park.

The hand on her head went slack, and she released Max before greedily swallowing his cum.

"Oh god," she moaned.

Olivia grinned at her from the couch. "Not bad for a supposed beginner," she said.

"Thank you," Emily squeaked at Olivia as she retreated back to her room.

After a short nap Emily laid in bed and checked her phone. To maximize her gems for the day she'd need to have 3 more orgasms--1 visible and 2 audible--and give 1 more orgasm to someone. Nothing was forcing her to get every single gem every day, but willingly leaving them on the table bothered her.

She thought about her first orgasm of the day and shuddered. She would have had been more than ready to fuck Max until he filled her up. Emily sighed; if only Olivia's presence hadn't stopped her.

Emily rolled out of bed, got herself dressed, then went to the kitchen in search of food. She found both Ava and Olivia sitting on the couch chatting. She made a sandwich and joined them. Emily blushed as she sat between the two girls. When she was finally brave enough to look at Olivia, she saw that her friend seemed calm, as if she were completely unbothered by the fact that Emily had sucked off her boyfriend on the couch only hours ago. Ava, on the other hand, only made sporadic eye contact before dropping it to the floor. Ava soon made an excuse to leave and fled to her room.

"So," Olivia said, "did you get the practice you were looking for?"

Emily blushed. "Yes. Thank you for letting me do that." Emily remembered how enthusiastically Olivia was when she played with her tits and wondered if Olivia would be willing to take things further. "You seemed to really like playing with my tits. Are you into girls?" she asked.

"Oh yes. They're easily best pair I've ever had my hands on. I don't know how I hadn't noticed how perfect they were before..." she trailed off.

"So you are into girls then?" she pressed, not wanting Olivia to think too hard about her new upgrades.

"I've hooked up with a few here and there. I would describe myself as bi, though I've never had a girlfriend, just casual stuff."

"So, uh, would you be interested in, uh... letting me practice again? On you this time?" Emily's voice faded as she asked the question.

"Did you just ask me if you could lick my cunt?"

"Uh. Yes. Yes I did."

"I don't know what has gotten into you lately." Olivia's expression was unreadable, and Emily worried that she had mis-read the situation and overstepped. Finally, Olivia said, "But I like it. I'd be happy to help you practice. Did you want to do that right now?"

"Yes! Well, if you want to," Emily said, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice. She'd only ever licked Lynn's pussy and she was eager to try another.

"All right. But I want what Max got. I want you naked and on your knees. I want you to play with yourself while you service me. And, after I've finished, I want you to moan into my pussy while you make yourself cum."

A small shiver went down her spine and straight to her pussy. She got up and slowly worked her shirt off. As she dropped it to the floor she noticed Olivia's eyes locked on to her tits.

"Do you like these? Did you like sucking on them?"

"Yes, you have amazing tits." The desire in Olivia's voice made Emily feel powerful. Confident. She let go of her tits and pushed her shorts down her hips, letting them fall to the floor. She got down on her knees in front Olivia.

"Is this what you want? You want me on my knees, naked, ready to service you? Do I turn you on?"

"Why don't you find out?"

Emily slid Olivia's shorts off and tossed them over her shoulder. She pushed Olivia's legs apart and settled in between her thighs. The sight of Olivia's glistening pussy made her mouth water. Emily leaned in and sunk her tongue into Olivia's slit.

"Oh god! Do you feel how wet you made me today?"

Emily hummed in acknowledgment as she attacked Olivia's clit with her tongue.

"Oh fuck that's good." Olivia threw her legs around Emily's shoulders and crossed her ankles behind Emily's back. Her hands grasped the back of Emily's head and and she pushed Emily harder into her sex. "Oh fuck yes! This isn't your first time, is it?"

Eager to fulfill Olivia's request that she play with herself, Emily's fingers soon began rubbing her own clit. Emily moaned as she used her other hand to rub her hard nipples.

"Lynn is so lucky," Olivia whispered.

The flavor and scent was intoxicating. Olivia began to grind herself against Emily, making it hard to breathe. Emily ignored the discomfort and ran her tongue up and down her slit, before plunging it into her opening, then back up. Olivia shuddered around her.

Her own orgasm rose up and threatened to overtake her, but she resisted and slowed down on herself, the need to make Olivia cum first held back her own selfish needs. It seemed her friend had lost her capacity for speech. Now she could only moan as she began to buck against Emily.

Suddenly, Olivia's hands curled into fists in Emily's hair, and her thighs squeezed so tight around her head that it almost hurt. Emily went into overdrive on her own clit and rode Olivia's orgasm straight into her own, her screams of pleasure muffled by Olivia's body.

The legs around her shoulders fell away, allowing Emily to fall back against the coffee table. The room was heavy with their breath and scent.

"Well," Olivia gasped, "I'm not sure that you really need to practice. That was the best oral I've ever had."

Emily hid her proud smile by rubbing the sweat and cum from her face with the back of her hand.

Olivia retrieved her clothes and turned down the hall. "But if you still feel you need more practice giving oral, Max and I would be more than happy to help," she said before returning to her room.

Emily slid the rest of the way down to floor so that she was lying on her back, a content smile on her face.

She couldn't wait to tell Lynn about her day.