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It was a bit disconcerting when an anonymous email popped up in the in box of my work account. All that the email contained was the title, 'You Are Enthusiast'. Now, I have an online presence as Enthusiast but it wasn't exactly something that I wanted to be common knowledge with the colleagues I worked with ! I decided that simply ignoring the email was the best policy. But a few hours later, the same anonymous account sent a second message; 'It would be better for you if you did not ignore me'. This time I felt compelled to reply; 'I don't know what you're talking about'. This time the reply was instant; 'Oh, I think you do'. This message had an attachment; a naked photo of myself !
It had all started on the forum of a Stripping and Humiliation board, when a couple of posters attempted to resurrect an idea from the old board about getting authors naked in real life. That was a non-starter of course but the discussion evolved into talk of a contest where the loser (s ) would post naked photos of themselves. The idea put forward was that those taking part would post a story and if the story got a certain number of comments, the author would have to post photos.
This all sounded somewhat nebulous; where would the photo be posted, there was no such facility on that board ? People would simply back out etc. But as a solution, it was stipulated that an author could only take part if photos were deposited with a trusted mediator who would also take part in the contest. Then another guy who wasn't taking part set up a Discord channel where any photos would be posted should anyone lose.
It seemed a safe enough bet. The threshold for posting photos was set at 20 comments. Though I had originally wanted 25, 20 seemed perfectly fine. We all know getting any feedback at all is like getting blood out of a stone. 20 comments seemed off the scale. Anyway, as my username implies, I let enthusiasm get the better of me, took part and also got over enthusiastic with the photos I deposited, both in number and in content !
Three or four of us took part and at first it all proceeded as expected. We posted comments on each other's stories but that was it. Until about a week later, when I logged on to see that comments on my story had leapt from three to thirteen overnight. The guy who had started the Discord channel had linked my story to a couple of other boards with the thread title 'Let's get this man naked !' Long story short, the next morning, I had 18 comments, later in the day 23 and in the evening the photos were posted ! Embarrassing of course but any fuss such as there was soon died down and was forgotten.
But back to the emails. I hastily removed the image from my work screen, looking frantically over my shoulder to make sure that nobody had been looking. This was NSFW with a vengeance !
My first inclination was to stonewall and pretend once more that I had no idea what the mystery writer was talking about but I did not want to receive another such attachment to my work account. 'What do you want ?' I replied. I did not have to wait long. 'That's for me to know and you to find out in due course. Wait for further instructions.'
Whoever was sending the mystery emails then decided to leave me sweating for a day. An unsettled day, which I spent pondering on who they might be. Nobody at work seemed to be reacting any differently to me, though since the sender had access to my work account, they seemed the obvious candidates. But were they male or female ? As a 35 year old straight male, female seemed preferable but also less likely to have been pottering about on a stripping and humiliation website. I checked in on the Discord channel for the first time in months. I had known those photos were still out there but had thought nothing of it. But the channel gave no clues. Activity there had long since petered out and the few new members had handles that gave no indication of their real identity. All I could do was wait for their next move, should there be one.
That came the following day. 'For your first task, you will go back into the office late tonight once everyone has gone home.' And that was all. Should I respond ? It did give me another clue. Whoever it was knew something of my work pattern. I worked an on call rota one week in three and had a key to the office and had the code to disable the alarms in case I needed to go in and access the remote systems that supported our retail customers. This was an on call week for me. It all pointed to someone at work. I decided to reply with the thought that was uppermost in my mind. 'What if I don't ?'
The sender ignored this and simply sent the next disturbing instructions. 'Once there you will take off everything that you are wearing. Every stitch, including shoes. You will lock these in your desk together with your car keys. Keep your mobile phone with you. Place the key to your desk inside the fluorescent light fitting above the desk in Karen's office.' This all confirmed that it must be someone I work with. They knew that my boss was that demanding bitch Karen. They seemed familiar with the layout. I repeated my question; 'What if I don't ?'
This time there was a reply. 'Well, then these interesting and oh so revealing photos would find a very wide circulation indeed. The lovely Karen of course. Those girls in HR that you so like flirting with. Who else ? What about the teenage daughters of those neighbours of yours who think you are so cool ? They're at the age where they'd love to share them with their friends I'm sure !' This last particularly hit home with me. I had kind of anticipated people at work but talk of my neighbours showed just how much this person knew about me. Before I could respond, they continued; 'How should I do it ? Drip feed them one photo at a time or simply give them the link to that Discord channel and tell them to click on the revealed-photos sidebar ?'
https://discord.gg/chq97EW
'Ok, ok, I'll come into the office tonight' I hastily replied. 'And follow the rest of the instructions ?' they wanted to know. 'And follow the rest of the instructions' I confirmed. 'Good boy. You'll then get further instructions by text on your mobile.'
It was ten thirty when I pulled into the underground car park to the offices. I was immediately confronted by the sight of Karen's car in the otherwise empty car park. Before I could compute what this might imply, the bottle blonde bitch emerged from the door to the stairwell. "Working late ?" I said, just by way of making polite conversation. "Making sure there are no more than the usual fuck ups from my useless staff" she answered with a grin but with enough malice to imply that she was only half joking. "Do we have a problem ?" she continued. She knew I was on call and that my appearing late in the office would not be so unusual. "The overnight download's stalled at Sheffield" I lied. "Do I need to stay ?" asked Karen. "No, no. Should be routine, I just need to dial in on their system from here. You go and get your beauty sleep."
I watched her long expanse of thigh as she climbed into her car. She always wore much shorter skirts than would be the norm for a manager and often bent from the waist to extract folders from a filing cabinet, enabling me to know what style of knickers she was wearing that day under her pantyhose. She was six years younger than me and an annoying mix of bitch and tease. I was the oldest of her team but could not afford to let any resentment at what some might see as a demeaning position, undermine my employment status.
I let myself in the door and keyed in the code to disable the overnight alarms. Thinking ahead to what my mystery blackmailer ( for that is what it amounted to I realized ) had instructed me to do, I was thankful for the fact that there was no CCTV in the office. We only had standard office equipment in the building and while that had some value, it was not an attractive enough target to justify anything more elaborate than the central alarm system. I paused on the landing on my way up to the first floor where I had my desk and watched Karen's car drive out of the car park. Now I knew that I was alone in the office. Or was I ? What about the mystery man or woman ?
Arriving at my desk, I put my mobile down and hesitated. Was I really just going to begin taking my clothes off ? How would they check up on me ? How would they know what I had or had not done ? Was it all just a prank ? An elaborate hoax ? Then my phone alerted me to a text from an unknown number; 'What are you waiting for ?' it said. I still hesitated but there was a swift follow up; 'Strip !'
I looked around. Where were they ? The office appeared deserted and apart from the lamp I had just switched on, there was only the low level overnight lighting along the aisles between desks. Taking off my shoes and socks, I decided that I should get on with it for now. It felt surreal to be unbuttoning my shirt and then even more so to step out of my jeans. Fortunately the office retained the ambient heat from the day but I still felt an involuntary shiver. I hesitated again but the phone soon pinged; 'Get on with it.' Reluctantly, I peeled down my boxers. The phone responded immediately with a blush emoji.
I couldn't believe it. I was standing there, in the middle of the office that I knew so well, stark bollock naked. I stopped again in a kind of daze but the phone was relentless; 'You know what to do next.' I opened the desk drawer and began stuffing my discarded clothes into it. Another ping; 'Change of mind. Put your shoes back on. Funnier like that.' I was beginning to realize that whoever was orchestrating this seemed intent on making me look as ridiculous as possible, an impression that was confirmed once I stood naked apart from my leather Oxfords.