EddieDavidson wrote: ↑Sun Dec 22, 2024 2:54 pm
I may dip my toes back in so as not to squander your and Hooked6's gift.
This is fantastic to see.
Although I've not yet had the opportunity to read your content, I know that you are highly regarded here and it's always terrible to see talented writers such as yourself feel unwelcome. It'd be amazing to see you stay, and I encorouge any and all writers who may have felt discouraged recently to remain - particularly in light of the recent announcements by the moderators.
New announcement you may or may not have noticed from the boss makes it clear replies should be positive OR leave stories you don't like for whatever reason alone without comment.
I'll be personally keeping an eye on the situation and issuing warning, deleting posts or ultimately banning uses etc if they cross the line.
Ultimately the board should be about enjoying the various stories and a positive space for all. We all like differnt things and thats a good thing. I'm going to ask that the debate stops for now as it can quickly spiral negatively for all involved. Often the internet is a terrible medium for conversations as so much context or subtly can be lost. If anyone does have any concerns please use the report function or PM me directly.
Hopefully this will give some reassurance to authors.
Lets all have a great festive period and keep writing / reading the wonderful stories on here.
With love
SDS xx
SDS - This seems like a good policy, I just want to be super clear, I was never negatively impacted by a comment. I don’t usually read comments on other stories, so it sounds like there are other examples that caused this. I just thought it was important for me to say there isn’t a comment on this thread that has offended me personally. I think this was just confused because I commented twice in a row. But thank you for being an excellent moderator on top of a wonderful writer!
mcenf wrote: ↑Wed Dec 18, 2024 10:06 pm
Thank you so much for mentioning Amy Unfiltered! I’ve really enjoyed your story and, honestly, it has been a huge source of inspiration for me to try writing a story with a similar theme. It’s a shame that you won’t be continuing it in the near future, but I completely understand. I truly hope to read something new from you soon, because your stories are absolutely magnificent.
Thank you! That means a lot! Can’t wait to keep reading your stories
Bucket wrote: ↑Sat Dec 21, 2024 2:53 pm
Hey Enf_Kink.
I'd like to thank you for writing such a great story. It's been such fun reading it and I've always looked foward to reading the next chapters. This is actually one of my favourite stories on here, so this news is quite sad to see. I do hope that you're not letting one bad apple influence your decision.
I used to think said user just genuinely wasn't into certain subjects and simply didn't have much finesse in expressing their distaste, but I've come to the conclusion that they are a troglodyte trying to create chaos, and they've certainly succeeded. That's now 3 writers we've potentially lost recently due to, or at least partially due to a troll, 2 of which are my favourite writers, and I sincerely hope the mods take stricter actions. As readers, we're all entitled to our opinions, but being intentionally spiteful is completely unnecessary.
Anyway, thanks again for this story, and I hope to see you posting again, be it this story, or another.
Thank you for the support, I’m glad that you loved the story. I won’t be continuing the story, simply because it takes entirely too much of my time. I’ll edit the vignette I wrote a while back, this week and post that tho.
Bucket wrote: ↑Sat Dec 21, 2024 2:53 pm
Hey Enf_Kink.
I'd like to thank you for writing such a great story. It's been such fun reading it and I've always looked foward to reading the next chapters. This is actually one of my favourite stories on here, so this news is quite sad to see. I do hope that you're not letting one bad apple influence your decision.
I used to think said user just genuinely wasn't into certain subjects and simply didn't have much finesse in expressing their distaste, but I've come to the conclusion that they are a troglodyte trying to create chaos, and they've certainly succeeded. That's now 3 writers we've potentially lost recently due to, or at least partially due to a troll, 2 of which are my favourite writers, and I sincerely hope the mods take stricter actions. As readers, we're all entitled to our opinions, but being intentionally spiteful is completely unnecessary.
Anyway, thanks again for this story, and I hope to see you posting again, be it this story, or another.
Thank you for the support, I’m glad that you loved the story. I won’t be continuing the story, simply because it takes entirely too much of my time. I’ll edit the vignette I wrote a while back, this week and post that tho.
Hopefully at some port in the future you will end up having the time to finish the story
Authors note - The problem with stories involving enforced public nudity is once a character is caught/seen naked, it is tough to really continue the story with any stakes and it eventually flames out, because how many times can one person really be caught where we still care or even where the character still cares? As the author you try to prolong the character getting caught as long as you can in order to keep the anticipation of them being caught always around the corner. The problem of course with this is at some point the reader gets frustrated when it never happens. We've all be there. Which is why I introduced the character of Rebekah in order to pass on the humiliation to someone else and let Emma live another day.
I've had this short story (below) written for months and haven't posted it, believing it to be a one-off set in the same school as the main story. I wanted to just write a story without having to think about the overall story. However, funny enough, while I was doing a rough edit of it, I had a bit of an epiphany of how it could help move the main story along in a way I had not anticipated and rewrote it to fit in. I have a lot of the next chapter of Emma's story written now and looking forward to sharing it. I did not think I would be continuing the story, but it looks like i have at least another couple of chapters of material still left to go. Luckily I have a feeling i'll be able to finish it in the next couple of days in order to avoid some real world stuff that I want to avoid. In the mean time, i hope you all enjoy this short story, which can definitely be read without knowledge of the rest of the story, however you will definitely want to read this short story before continuing with the main story when i post. Enjoy.
It was a typical Wednesday morning for Caylee Stewart, as she strolled down the empty school hallway during free period on her way to the restroom. She didn’t have a care in the world. No homework due or tests coming up and even a substitute babysitter for free period who didn’t take attendance. So she decided to walk around the halls trying to kill time. Later in the day, she will think back on this moment and wonder why she didn’t just stay in class like everyone else and scroll through Tiktok. Or even if she’d just been a little more careful or observant she might have noticed someone was watching her, hoping she’d make the unfortunate turn into the women’s restroom. The stalker smirked as Caylee walked in.
Caylee entered the empty restroom, choosing the nearest stall, careful to close and lock the door. While she would never want anyone to walk in on her in the bathroom, today she was wearing a romper making it extra embarrassing. While she loved the romper and thought she looked super cute this morning, she hated using a public bathroom while wearing one, because she had to strip naked first. As she stood in the stall, double checking the door lock, she slipped the straps off her shoulders, allowing them to fall down her arms before pushing them down her body, exposing her small, young breasts. She continued pushing further down her hips, until her clothing was in a small pile at her ankles. Now in just her panties, she put her thumbs in the waistband and sent them down her legs on top of the romper before sitting down.
She sat fully naked, beginning to pee, while doom scrolling on instagram. Perhaps if she had not been on her phone, she’d have found a way to prevent this incident from happening, but she’ll never know now. As she scrolled, oblivious to her surroundings, she felt a sudden tug at her ankles yanking her forward onto the toilet seat, causing her to drop her phone. Before she could register what happened, another–much stronger–pull, ripped her from the toilet seat onto the bathroom floor. She managed to soften the fall by landing on her elbows, stopping her from hitting her head onto the toilet bowl on the way down. Too stunned to scream or yell, Caylee looked down at her naked body and saw her legs were in the air with her feet pressed up against the bathroom door helping brace her fall. It was then she realized the first piece of unfortunate news.In all of the chaos she had not stopped peeing. Due to the shock and fear of being ripped off the toilet in the middle of doing her business, she was now sprinkling her body with her own urine.
“Aggh, no, gross!” she said out loud as she put her legs down, now sitting in a pool of her own making. “What just happened? How did I manage this?” she thought. With her feet planted on the floor and her knees up, she noticed for the first time an iphone being pointed directly between her legs.
Caylee immediately threw a hand between her legs and an arm across her chest, “What are you doing?!” she said breathlessly, barely audible.
“Why don’t you come out of there and I’ll tell you,” said the voice holding the phone, “Or would you prefer instead to lay in a pool of your own piss?”
Caylee was having trouble comprehending the situation. Why was someone filming her in the restroom and what caused her to rocket off the toilet? She made to stand up, without moving her arms, while covering her bits from the pervy camerawoman. As she inched up the toilet bowl and got halfway up, her back was hit with something wet that made her yelp.
“Shhhh,” the camerawoman warned forcefully, “if you yell again, I will send this video out to everyone at school.”
Caylee went white. She hadn’t yet considered the possibility of other people seeing a video of her naked and was now frightened by the threat. She stood fully upright and realized what hit her back was her ponytail, which must have been dunked in the toilet bowl as she fell. She was a mess. She wondered how all of this happened.
When she looked back down at her body the feeling of dread nearly overwhelmed her. It finally dawned on her that her clothes were gone. This wasn’t a random happenstance. She crashed to the floor because this other person grabbed the clothes around her ankles. She was trapped in the bathroom cubicle, naked and helpless while a stranger filmed her.
“Girl, are you listening to me? Come out already, you’re taking forever,” the voice said impatiently.
“What are you crazy? I’m not going out there, I’m naked! Why did you take my clothes? Please give them back!” Caylee squealed at rapid fire.
“I am not going to ask you again. One of us has all the cards in this situation and the other has none. I swear to god if you don’t open that door now, everyone will see this video of you pissing all over yourself in the school bathroom.”
Caylee froze. The video must have really captured everything. “I-I can’t do that! No one has ever seen me naked before!” she pleaded to the other girl, “please don’t make me do this!”
“Well you have 10 seconds to decide if you want one person to see you or the whole school. Ten, nine, eight…”
Caylee bounced on the balls of her feet not knowing what to do.
“Four, three, two—”
Caylee surprised herself by saying, “Ok ok ok. I’m coming, I’m coming.” She took a deep breath, steeling herself with resolve, and reached for the latch, pushing it inwards with an audible click, before quickly covering herself back up. She pushed the door open with her shoulder and was greeted immediately by a much taller girl, wearing a ski mask, continuing to point the phone directly at her.
Caylee let out a quiet shriek and turned her body away from the camera. “What are you doing? Stop filming me, I’m naked!”
The masked girl laughed, “Indeed you are. God you absolutely reek! I was definitely not expecting you to do that. I just wanted to grab your clothes. Pissing yourself was not on the agenda, but boy did you deliver!”
“Why are you doing this? Why did you take my clothes?” Caylee asked through tears, the situation catching up to her.
“Face me and drop your arms to your sides. Don’t bother arguing or whining or I will walk out of here with your clothes and leave you stranded naked,” she demanded.
Caylee hesitated a moment before turning towards the masked girl, slowly, painfully, moving her arms to the sides, bearing her unobstructed naked body as instructed.
“You are a mess,” she laughed, “that is so gross.”
Caylee just stared at her while trying not to cry.
“Here come look at yourself,” she said, stepping aside for Caylee to look in the mirror. As soon as she saw the reflection, Caylee burst into tears. The girl staring back at her through the mirror looked pathetic, she barely recognized her. “There, there. It could be worse.”
“How could it be worse,” Caylee stammered through tears.
“Well at the moment, you and I are the only ones who know about this. But we’ll see how long that lasts,” the masked girl said way too casually for Caylee’s liking.
“Wha-What do I have to do to keep this between us?” She meekly asked, while watching her blackmailer beam through her mask.
“I thought you’d never ask!” she said cheerily. “You are going to do something nuts. I want you to streak the school. More specifically, walk into a full classroom, just like you are, in the buff.”
Caylee’s jaw dropped to the floor. This is a nightmare. No, this is worse than a nightmare, because even her subconscious would never come up with something this crazy. After taking a moment to let the blackmailers words sink in, she said, “Yeah well obviously I’m not going to do that. Go to Hell!”
“No problem, then I guess I have no choice but to send this video to everyone in school,” the blackmailer said with a shrug.
Caylee’s eyes bulged, before pleading, “Please don’t! You can’t!”
“You made the choice!”
“What kind of choice is that?!” Caylee said forcefully for the first time, “Obviously I’m not going to choose to willingly STREAK a classroom in the middle of the school day. Are you insane? At least with the video, it is clearly against my will! I’m not getting arrested, or worse, expelled!” (Author's note - had to do it. ifykyk).
“That’s true enough,” the blackmailer said calmly, “Oh did I forget to mention you’d be wearing this?” She held up a mask, identical to the one she was wearing herself. “You have two choices… One. I send out this video and leave you here stranded naked. Where you would have to wait here long enough to, hopefully, find someone nice enough to bring you spare clothes. Of course they also might just tell everyone there is a naked girl in the bathroom…And who knows what happens.”
Caylee swallowed hard before saying angrily, through gritted teeth, “and the second option?”
The blackmailer smiled, “You put this mask on, run into the nearest classroom, show everyone the goods, then run back here to get dressed. Simple and easy.”
Caylee frowned, weighing her options. “You’re saying if I take option 2, no one will know it’s me?”
“Correct.” The blackmailer smiled through her mask.
“And what about the video?” Caylee asked.
“I’ll delete it,” she shrugged.
“Bullshit.” Caylee scoffed.
“You don’t have to trust me, you just have to make a choice. One, everyone sees a video of you naked–wetting yourself–by the way. Or two, you anonymously run in and out of a classroom without anyone knowing who you are.”
Caylee thought for a moment. She couldn’t truly be considering this, could she? Run naked into a classroom while it was in session? This is crazy. She should be sitting bored in free period right now, not naked at the mercy of a lunatic.
She looked at the blackmailer and said, “even if I ran in and out of the classroom, they would follow me. They would know who I was eventually.”
“Nope. I already thought of that. Haven’t you noticed that no one has come into the bathroom this whole time?” the blackmailer pointed out.
Caylee hadn’t noticed and was suddenly grateful that no one has walked in this whole time and subconsciously covered up.
“Relax,” the blackmailer said, walking over to the door. “Not only did I put an ‘Out of Order’ sign up on the door, I used these,” pointing to the floor where two door stops blocked the door. “As soon as you run out of the classroom, I will put these in front of the door so no one can get out until you’re long gone.”
Caylee considered this. “You really planned this out, huh? Why me? What did I ever do to you?”
The blackmailer shrugged. “Nothing, you were just in a bad place at a bad time. I’ve been planning this for two weeks. You were just the first person who met the criteria.”
“Criteria?” Caylee said nervously.
“Well…It’s a lot easier to strip someone when I know they’ll already be naked.”
Caylee breathed out slowly and closed her eyes. “My romper,” she said dejectedly as the blackmailer nodded her head. “Ok. So if I choose option two… I put on the mask… Then what. What are the steps?”
“First things first, I’ll make sure the hallway is clear. If it is, we’ll go to the nearest classroom and when you’re ready, I’ll open the door and you run in.” As Caylee nodded, the blackmailer continued, “Once you reach the middle of the room, you’ll do a quick 360 twirl so everyone can see all of you,” Caylee blushed as the girl continued, “then run out as I close the door and add the door stops.”
“What about my clothes,” Caylee asked.
“I’ll have them with me, you can grab them as soon as I close the door. Your phone too.”
“And you’ll delete the video,” Caylee said as her eyes narrowed.
“Yes, I will delete it.”
Neither of them spoke for a long time, until Caylee let out a huge breath. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I’m taking option 2. I don’t feel like I really have a choice.”
Her blackmailer smiled, “Neither do I,” and tossed her the mask.
Caylee grabbed her ponytail to stuff it up in the ski cap forgetting that it was sopping wet and dripped down her face. She gagged and nearly threw up. She grabbed some paper towels and tried to dry it off when the blackmailer said, “There’s no time for that, let’s go.”
The blackmailer removed the door stops and cracked the door open, as she looked down both sides of the hallway and waved Caylee to follow her out. Caylee hesitated.
“The longer you wait, the higher the odds someone appears in the hallway. Come on.” The blackmailer warned.
Caylee reluctantly followed her out of the bathroom and into the hallway. She gasped as the bathroom door closed. She was naked from neck to foot in the school hallway, a thing of absolute sadistic nightmares. She noticed immediately how much brighter the lights were as they illuminated her bare skin.
Her blackmailer walked in front, crouching down to avoid the small vertical window in the classrooms. Caylee followed her lead. When they reached the door, the blackmailer crouched in front of it, with her hand reaching up towards the handle. When the handle was on the left side of the door, it means the opening directly faces the students. The second the door opens everyone will see her, before she even walks in. This will be excruciating.
Caylee crouched next to her not even thinking about how her vagina was spread open in this position. As soon as the door opens, it’ll be the first thing the class sees. The blackmailer raised up to look through the window and crouched back down.
“Perfect,” she whispered, “The teacher is sitting at her desk. Remember, just run to the front, twirl, and then run back. And don’t even think about covering or I don’t let you out.” Caylee nodded.
“Ready?” The blackmailer said, grabbing the handle. Caylee stayed completely frozen. “I’ll help you and give you a push in, okay?” Caylee still didn’t move. “Ready or not, here we go!”
The blackmailer turned the doorknob and opened the door. The second the door opened, everyone's focus shifted to the intrusion and immediately saw a naked girl wearing a mask crouching in the hallway. There was no mistaking it. The collective gasp was immediate. Caylee was still frozen to the spot, unable to move. This was an unspeakable nightmare and there was no going back. She was naked in front of a class of students, of her peers. It had only been one second, but to her it felt like a lifetime already.
“Go!” The blackmailer urged her on, pushing her in the small of her back as Caylee stumbled nearly past the archway as she slowly, painfully began to stand up from her crouched position, revealing everything. The classroom erupted in a full cacophony of cheers and jeers. The teacher, stunned, hadn’t moved. Everyone’s phones were out. Videos that will circle the internet and live forever.
As Caylee continued to stand upright, she began taking her second step into the classroom and thought to herself, “Get in, twirl, get out.” But just as she was taking that second step, she felt her blackmailer's hand return to push her forward even more, but this time their hand reached further up Caylee’s body towards her neck. Caylee, expecting another push now, was surprised instead when she felt a quick pinch even higher now. And just like that, the axis of Caylee’s world stopped spinning, because in the span of a millisecond, her blackmailer grabbed hold of the mask and whisked it off her head in one fell swoop.
It all happened in slow motion for Caylee. One moment she was staring at the class through the two eye holes of her mask in relative anonymity, then a beat later–blinded–as the mask pushed up her face, past her lips, nose, eyes, and gone to never be seen again. She stood there breathless with her identity revealed and naked head-to-toe. She stared at the now unobstructed view of a sea of iphones recording the moment her life changed forever. Her shaved public area left no protection from the two dozen sets of prying eyes while her young breasts stood at attention pointing towards the class. There she remained. Another second that felt like a lifetime. She stood as still as a statue, unable to move, as the class around her exploded.
“Oh my god it's Caylee!”
“That's Caylee Stewart!”
“What is she doing?”
“What a slut!”
“I could never!”
Finally, Caylee snapped out of it and screamed, “NOOOO!” She whipped her head back to the door causing her now free and still wet pony tail to spray the first couple rows of students. She grabbed the handle and turned, but the door wouldn’t budge. Why wouldn’t it open? It’s jammed! Then it hit her. She was set up. She looked out the vertical window to see her blackmailer filming her and laughing. Caylee screamed, “WHY?! YOU PROMISED, WE HAD A DEAL!” before her blackmailer waved goodbye while leaving with Caylee’s clothes. Caylee sank down to the floor and curled up in a ball as the class continued hollering.
The last thing Caylee remembers is hearing, “Why does it smell like piss in here?”
I’m sorry, but it would be a lot better if Caylee didn’t get covered in her own piss, or get her hair wet. (Not to mention if any of her piss made it into the toilet before she was pulled off of it, that means her hair is covered in piss too)
Last edited by Horn-eman000 on Sun Jan 26, 2025 7:06 am, edited 1 time in total.
Horn-eman000 wrote: ↑Fri Jan 24, 2025 8:30 am
I’m sorry, but it would be a lot better if Caylee didn’t get covered in her own piss, or get her hair wet. (Not to mention if any of her piss made it into the toilet before her was pulled off of it, that means her hair is covered in piss too)
Haha I get it. I expected this part to be divisive. I actually took it out multiple times. But I kept going back to it, bc a version of it happened to me a month ago and I’ve been laughing about it everytime I use the restroom. Somehow a glass dish slipped off the counter and shattered scaring the hell out of me and I instinctively jumped to my feet, and apparently when that happens you don’t just stop peeing immediately. So hey I included in the one off short story for my own edification. Haha. Appreciate the feedback, thanks for reading.
Horn-eman000 wrote: ↑Fri Jan 24, 2025 8:30 am
I’m sorry, but it would be a lot better if Caylee didn’t get covered in her own piss, or get her hair wet. (Not to mention if any of her piss made it into the toilet before her was pulled off of it, that means her hair is covered in piss too)
I agree. I tend to be grossed out by a lot of toilet related hijinks. Other than that I liked the chapter.