0 comments/ 1854 views/ 3 favorites The Web of Embarrassment By: embarrassednakedmale [This is a prequel to my stories "Never Forget a Birthday" and "Tanya's ComicCon Calamity", this time with Tanya's boyfriend Mitchell baring the brunt of the embarrassment. All comments, PMs and votes welcome.] ===================== The fevered tapping of fingers on a keyboard were the only sound that interrupted the otherwise cold quiet of the night. A flickering screen illuminated the room, and outlined the shape of a man hunched in front of a computer that was perched on a simple wooden desk. The computer's sleek black appearance was barely noticeable in the low light offered by the screen, it's unobjectionable lump-like shape giving no outward indication of the nature of the online chat that it was helping to facilitate. "So you liked the story? ;)" The words appeared on the screen as the man's fingers whirred away. As quick as he was typing though, he stopped just as suddenly, and the room lapsed into an expectant silence. A nervousness radiated from the man, and more than once he stole a glance over his shoulder to make sure that he was alone in the room. Alone in the room, but not alone in the world. After a few too many seconds for the man's liking, the screen finally sprang back to life, and a brief burst of words appeared out of nowhere. "Of course, silly! ;)" The man audibly sighed, and his shoulders noticeably released some pent-up tension. A few brief taps sent a simple message back to the person at the other end of the chat. "Awesome. Sorry it was late. You know how it is!" He leaned back and rubbed his eyes, the lateness of the evening beginning to get to him. Now that he knew the story had hit the mark, he was beginning to yearn for his bed. He didn't have to wait for long for the reply this time. "lol. well, you know, while I really like your stories, the waiting is driving me crazy!! ;)" The man grunted, a brief smile crossed his lips. "Nice to be appreciated. I'm sure I'll get better at deadlines!" he replied, playfully. He spun around in the seat, and ran a hand through his hair, before putting a few pieces of nearby notes back in a desk drawer. As he went to type a "goodnight" to the woman at the other end, she beat him to the punch and a follow-up message popped up on his chat window. "I've got an idea on that front, but it might be a little too much." The man arched an eyebrow, and his curiosity was momentarily piqued. "Umm... and what did you have in mind?" He paused for a moment and his fingers loitered over the keyboard, betraying a sudden strain of uncertainty, before he hesitantly added a " :) " The darkness of the room enveloped him even further as he leaned away from the computer screen. "Well." The single word appeared in reply, and the stop-start nature of the incoming message made the man's breathing quicken. "What if we gave you an incentive" The man's eyes narrowed, and his hands lay by his side as now the only sound of his room was the beating of his own heart. "Some kind of reason to make sure you didn't miss a deadline? lol" For a few moments, the man didn't move. Slowly, he raised a hand up to his face, and rubbed the stubble on his chin. His eyes were more than a little tired, after having worked on the story for several hours before having sent it off to his audience of one. As his hand came down from his chin, it idly hovered over a few keys, and he sighed deeply as he stood at the crossroads of an dangerous decision. " :) " He typed, before cautiously adding "What kind of reason?" "Haha" the woman replied, with a surprising quickness that would have further alerted someone more awake "what if you had to do something if you made me wait again? ;)" "Like?" he said, his curiosity pulling him deeper and deeper into this strange tangent from their earlier chat. "Like what if you had to email me your name?! lol!" The man's eyes shot open at that. For the past few months, he'd been writing a few... well, he supposed he'd have to describe them as 'erotic stories'... for someone he'd met on line. It was a good release, even if he did already have an attractive girlfriend and a decent job. But he'd been careful about preserving his anonymity. His stories had a certain kink to them that made it wise to make sure his real-life identity wasn't connected too closely. "So, if I miss a deadline, I have to email you my real name?" the man replied, carefully testing the words out in his mind before committing them to the screen. "Yep!! well, you don't have to of course. ;( it would make sure you were properly motivated to write though!" The man's mouth twitched in a half-smile, and the cold night air was a sharp contrast to the heat of anticipation that rippled through his body. He pushed the chair back slightly and arched his body, trying to stretch out some of the sudden tension that had built up. Settling back into the seat, the man leaned forward and tried to think hard for a moment. A minute passed as he sat frozen in the crux of indecision. Then, he let out a snort and shook his head. "Sure! :)" he said, "I guess that's only fair!" He'd play the game, he thought. One sudden realisation comforted him greatly. She could never actually make send the email. She could never actually make him tell her his name. But disappointing the woman wouldn't be something he'd want to do, so he had to admit that the threat of having to reveal he wouldn't actually send the email would be strangely motivating in it's own right. If she set a deadline - he reasoned - and he missed it, he'd have to admit that he had no intention of following through on the bet. That would be a difficult conversation, and he liked having an appreciative audience. He smiled at the screen as the woman typed back "yay! well, hope you get the next story to me in two weeks, or you know what you'll have to do! ;P" "Sure." he replied, "Two weeks and you'll get the next story. I promise!" "And make sure the woman has to expose herself in a really public place this time, no hiding!" The man laughed, but also couldn't stifle a yawn as the night finally caught up with him. "Yeah, no worries. :) Anyway, bed time now, goodnight!" "Bye for now" He was tempted to add in a quick tease, but as the moment passed the man settled instead for spinning on his chair one more time, before logging out of the computer and flipping the monitor's power button to off. Plunged into sudden darkness by the screen switching to black, the man stood for several seconds in front of the computer. At the back of his mind, obscured by the strains of tiredness and the conscious plans of tomorrow's To Do List, a tiny nagging thought set down the smallest of roots in his subconscious. The nagging thought that something of deeper significance had just happened. The nagging thought that sometimes even the smallest of snowflakes can turn into an uncontrollable avalanche if the wrong things were to happen at the right time. Dismissing that in favour of the much more immediate benefit of sleep, the man simply shrugged, and stumbled his way out of the room. Another day beckoned, and any nagging thoughts could at least have the decency of waiting until then. ******* "I'm off now Mitchell." the tall red-headed woman called out, as she slung a bag over her shoulder and opened the front door. Mitchell grunted in response, and gave a half-wave to his girlfriend as she bent down and slipped on her shoes. "Off to get my present?" he replied, already knowing the answer. 'Nah, I'll get it later," the woman turned to smile at Mitchell, "it's weeks until your birthday." Mitchell rolled his eyes at that. Tanya was many things, but organised and likely to remember his birthday were not amongst that list. Still, he had more pressing matters on his mind right now than a birthday that was still three weeks away. "Whatever. See you later Tanya." Mitchell said, and focussed back on the issue at hand. He had an apology to pen, and forgiveness to beg for. As he wandered back into the study, a single spot in the middle of the small room was bathed in light as the sun peeked through half-closed curtains. Instinctively, Mitchell shuffled over and jerked the curtains closed, plunging the room into a murky darkness. Now, only second-hand light from the hall outside gave Mitchell any means of navigating through the room, but that was enough for him to find the power switch on the computer, and to fling himself into a comfortable chair. The computer booted up, and he was still rehearsing his opening line in his mind when his chat window came up automatically, and he noticed that she was already online. Online and apparently waiting. "Hey, where's that story!! or the email! ;) Haha" Mitchell grimaced at that thought, and his fingers flew swiftly over the keys in what he hoped would be accepted as a heart-felt apology. "Sorry, got busy at work, and I've almost finished the story. I just need another few days. :)" He included the smiley at the end optimistically, and silently prayed that the woman wasn't too serious about the email. Her next message sent that optimism right back to the box from which it had been prematurely brought forth... "You're keeping me waiting again. :( *sigh* well, you know the penalty. Send me an email now! :)" Mitchell paused for a moment, and for a second he wondered if he really should just send the email. The excitement of her knowing was something he'd dreamed about occasionally, caught up in the thrill of the idea of her knowing who he really was. However, Mitchell knew that a short-term thrill had the potential to turn into long-term disaster, and with a noticeable reluctance he typed out a reply. "Sorry. I guess I can't do that in the cold hard light of day. :( I thought maybe I could, when I agreed." Mitchell lied. There was no response for a short while. Mitchell suddenly realised he was actually blushing a little as the seconds dragged by and he sat there, silent, still, waiting for some kind of acknowledgement from this stranger. Then the words became to appear on his screen. "Disappointing! :(" "Sorry! I thought I could, but I guess forcing myself to do it now is a step too far. :( Sorry." Before he'd even finished typing though, the woman had added something else to her last message. "Clearly we need a better way to motivate you to write!" Mitchell's heart skipped a beat, caught between a feeling of mild relief that she seemed to be interested in keeping their chat going, and a feeling of unsettling concern as to exactly what she might have in mind. "Like?" he responded, slowly and with trepidation. The answer came back quickly, catching Mitchell off-guard slightly. "Well, how about if you set up the email before we even set the deadline?" Mitchell shook his head in bewilderment. "Umm... not going to send you an email _before_ I miss a deadline." he wrote, before thinking about it and adding a "lol!" at the end for effect. "No, silly!" she replied, "but what if we were to use something like one of those online systems that allows you to schedule emails?!" Mitchell didn't know what to think about that, but mostly because he'd never actually heard of those websites. Making that clear to her, he waited nervously on her next message. The house around him was deathly quiet, and the lowest of hums from the computer went unnoticed as his body began to tingle in anticipation at what she could possibly be suggesting. "Well," the message said, "how it works is that you can create an account on one of the email scheduler websites. You create an email that will be sent at a certain time! Say, a day after your next deadline. ;)" "Okay..." Mitchell said, not quite following how this was any different from the status quo. "However, you set the account's password to one of my choosing, and you're not allowed to write down what it was!! I'll give you the password when you send me the next story..." Mitchell gulped audibly at that. He could now see where she was going with this. If he failed to send the story, she wouldn't send him the password and the email with all of his details would be sent, with him unable to log in to stop it from being fired off. At that point, if he missed the deadline, she'd have his real name... Still, surely he'd be able to simply use the "forgot password" feature to get access back, he reasoned. His mind raced with the possibilities, and he was still weighing up what to do when she added "well, are you up for that?! clearly we need to do _something_ to stop you procrastinating so much!!" Mitchell paused for a few more seconds, before tapping in his decision. "Okay... sure... send me a password, and I'll set up an email to be sent to you. Haha. Sorry about the last deadline. Don't worry though, won't miss the next one!" The conversation ended shortly afterwards, with a new deadline set for two weeks hence. Mitchell felt a wave of fear sweep over him as he circled the new date in his calendar, and his pen shook a little with thoughts of what could possibly happen if he were to fail. Still, he chanted to himself, there's actually no way she could stop him from resetting the password if he really needed to. He forced a half-smile at the thought of that "out". That night, a password arrived from the woman, and Mitchell set up his account. Mitchell typed his real name and address into a brief email, and set the email to be sent one day after the deadline. The deadline he was determined not to miss. With a sense of nervous self-preservation, Mitchell checked the send date four times before he semi-reluctantly hit the "schedule" button. Before he lost his nerve - ridiculous considering that he could make this non-binding, he chided himself - he made himself change the password on the account to the one the woman had provided, and then deleted the woman's password email before he could second-guess himself. As the email disappeared from his inbox, so did the hazy memory of the random sequence of characters and numbers that formed the password. Breathing deeply, Mitchell leaned back into his chair and considered what he had just done. It was just a little bit of fun, he reminded himself. Just a little bit of fun, and a small helping hand when it came to motivation. Nothing more, nothing less. Even as he walked out of the room though, and idle thoughts of his next story line danced in his mind, some creeping doubts rallied at the furthest edges of his brain. Mitchell grunted to himself, and dismissed them as a crazy over-reaction. He had a story to write, and worrying about the easily-avoidable certainly wasn't going to help with that! ******* The weeks passed by with the usual speed and best intentions. As work contrived to turn two minor incidents into full-blown mini-crises, and Tanya caught a bug that laid her low for several days, Mitchell's best-laid plans of being a productive and prolific writer once again crumbled to ashes. On several occasions, he'd chat with his mysterious female fan, and it was quite noticeable that the teasing ramped up quite significantly as his deadline began to loom ever larger on the horizon. With only two days to go, and the majority of the writing still left to be done, Mitchell was already second guessing his ability to satisfy the symbolic date. At the back of his mind though, the fact that he could simply reset the password both reassured his fraying nerves, and reduced his short-term motivation. Onwards he struggled though, and the words came to him in spurts until he had at least half of a semi-decent story at a fairly final draft stage. There was only one small problem for Mitchell though. That semi-written, half-decent final draft was finished as the final hour began to tick down, and as with a sinking feeling he realised he was once again destined to miss the deadline. Even he knew that this was taking on the characteristic of being faintly ridiculous. She was online of course, as the minutes ticked down. "Where's the story?!" she asked. Sighing, Mitchell finally gave up, and switched from his word processor to the web browser. He'd given it his best shot, but right now, his final few minutes were best spent resetting the password rather than racing to an impossible finish. The front page for the scheduling website popped up in his Chrome browser, and his mouse swiftly moved to the login screen. He'd practiced what he needed to do. Log in with a random password, have it fail, and it would offer him the opportunity for his "real" password to be emailed back to his regular account. A few clicks quickly transpired, and the browser briefly indicated that it was contacting the server to request the next page. Mitchell waited impatiently, drumming his fingers on the desk by the mouse. Another message popped up. "Surely you haven't missed another deadline!!" Mitchell frowned. The browser window with the password reset was taking a little longer to load that he'd initially expected. As the progress bar slowly inched forward, Mitchell's pulse climbed with it. "Hello?" Suddenly, the login page disappeared. In it's place, a much plainer page rendered in the window, and Mitchell looked on slack-jawed as he saw that his simple request for a password reset had been replaced by an error page. In horror, Mitchell realised that the password-reset feature seemed to have developed a fault. The friendly error screen informed Mitchell in the politest possible terms that the team at the website were most certainly working on it, but that at this unfortunate point in time, the password couldn't be reset. However, Mitchell was told, in a jaunty font that he read through wide-open eyes, if he came back in a few days, the error should be fixed... Mitchell swore openly at the computer, and banged his fists down in frustration. This couldn't be happening to him. If he couldn't reset the password, then he couldn't stop the email being sent, and he couldn't prevent his mysterious fan from discovering his deepest secret - who he really was. Unless... "Hey." Mitchell typed, hurriedly. "Hi. :) Where's my story? Or don't you want the password after all? ;)" "Haha." Mitchell said, without any visible trace of humour. "Yeah, look... I may have screwed up..." "Oh?" "I haven't got the story... Look," Mitchell tried to bargain, "what could I do to get that password?" "Haha. Write me a story? By the deadline! ;P" Mitchell winced. This was going to take some serious negotiations, he belatedly realised. "Umm... how about I write a _really_ good and long story next time! :)" he wrote, throwing in random smilies to try and keep the mood upbeat. "Haha. No!" Mitchell stared at her response for a few moments, and he was rapidly developing a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Umm... okay, well... what would you like." Mitchell eventually said, breaking the protracted silence. "Other than a story. :)" he added, hopefully. The person at the other end seemed to similarly pause, and Mitchell felt like entire minutes passed by before the typing resumed on his screen. "Well... lol." the words seemed to take an age to form. Either the woman wasn't sure what to ask for, or she knew exactly what to ask for and she wanted to drag this out to ratchet up the tension. Either way, she had Mitchell hanging on to her every keystroke. "Well... you have a girlfriend, right?" Mitchell was momentarily confused by the question, but nevertheless answered in the affirmative. "If that's the case, you must have a pair of her panties nearby, right?" Mitchell's confusion intensified, and he had unsettling thoughts on where this line of enquiry could possibly be leading. "Yes..." "Good! Go fetch them for me. :) Then, fire up a web-cam, and I want to see you standing in just your girlfriend's panties!! haha" The Web of Embarrassment Mitchell practically fainted at that, and he stopped breathing for a few seconds, before shaking his head, and looking down at the keyboard. Slowly and deliberately he typed out his response. "Hey, you're joking right?" "Nope! You want the password, you have to stand in front of a webcam in your girlfriend's panties." The conspicuous absence of a "lol" or "haha" or smiley suddenly betrayed the seriousness of his female companion's intentions, and Mitchell pushed himself back away from the keyboard - recoiling from the thought of what he was being asked to do. Eventually, he leaned back in, and typed a terse reply. "I can't do that." he refused, flatly. "Hh silly! Don't worry, you can wear a mask if you like, and I absolutely promise to give you the password later. I super-promise! :)" Mitchell gulped in fear, and his fingers shook visibly as he struggled to find the right words. "I... look... never done anything like that before, okay. Isn't there anything else I can do instead?" "No! :)" "What if..." Mitchell started to type, before the woman cut him off before he even had a chance to finish. "If you want the password, write me a a story, or stand in front of the web-cam with just a mask and a pair of your girlfriend's panties on. No other deals accepted." Mitchell groaned, and threw his head back. How the hell had he managed to get himself into this bind? "Do we have a deal, or do I have an email to read shortly? lol" Mitchell spent the next few minutes flip-flopping between equally unpalatable paths, until he finally caved. "Okay, okay. I'll wear my girlfriend's panties! Give me a moment, okay?" "Take all the time you need! Well, you have ten minutes, but hey, up to ten minutes, take all the time you need!" Mitchell gave the computer a death stare, but the terrible truth that he was short of alternatives, and breaking the computer screen wasn't getting him any closer to retrieving that precious password. Experimentally, he tried refreshing the password-reset screen, but was rewarded only with another friendly reminder to check back in a few days. He couldn't risk it, could he? No, no, he decided grimly, he couldn't risk her knowing his name. It was the matter of only a few moments work to sneak upstairs and steal a pair of Tanya's blue panties. He deliberately chose the most masculine colour he could find, but even as he walked back downstairs to the study, he knew that the soft, feminine material and the neat lacy trim around the edges automatically invalidated any manliness that might come from the colour choice. He was already embarrassed as he appeared back in the study, and the reluctance with which he fired up his web-cam was palpable. On the way back, he found a halloween mask of a green alien that had been lying unused and unloved since the previous year. It would now have to go with an outfit selection that it's designers had probably never envisioned, no matter how hallucinogenic the drugs were that they might have been taking at the time. He stood there, uncertain on how to proceed. The light on the webcam sprang to life, and that was joined a few moments later by a message in the chat window. "Hello. :)" She could see him. Oh God, she could see him. Mitchell had at least had the forethought to put on the mask already, but right now he was dressed normally, holding Tanya's blue panties in his hands like someone else might hold a dirty nappy. At arms length and with a deep sense of regret. "Pretty sure I said to put the panties on... nothing else. Nice mask though! lol" Mitchell closed his eyes tightly, and wished fervently that when he opened them again, this would be revealed as some kind of weird and bizarre practical joke. A practical joke that would end there and then. As he opened them though, the world was still as it was when he'd closed them, and was still equally demanding of what he had to do next. Discretely stepping to the side, and ensuring he was clearly out of the view of the web-cam, Mitchell fumbled with the zip on his jeans. Roughly undoing that and the belt, he pushed the jeans down his legs, and hurriedly stepped out of them, leaving himself in just socks, underwear and a t-shirt. The t-shirt went next, pulled over his head and discarded in a corner of the room, revealing a relatively fit chest and stomach. Mitchell may not have been a chiselled Adonis, but he worked out and wasn't unpleasant on the eye. He yanked off his socks, and they quickly joined the t-shirt, leaving Mitchell alone in his own underwear. For one mad moment, he considered pretending that his underwear was "Tanya's", but then he hesitated. He may not get another chance to get the password if he pissed off the woman too much. With a deep sigh of resignation, he grasped his underwear in both hands, and then smoothly bent at the waist, forcing the boxers down past his thighs, and then his calves, until they were resting by his feet. As he straightened up, he was completely naked except for a bizarre alien mask, and was only a few feet away from an active web-cam. He stole a glance at the blue panties, and unleashed a silent curse at his rotten luck. Grabbing at them, he once again forced himself to bend over, and felt thoroughly ridiculous as he placed his feet in the clearly feminine underwear. He stood there for a few moments longer, still standing at the precipice of actually "wearing" the panties - still living in a world where he hadn't officially worn his girlfriend's panties. On a web-cam. Oh God, his mind was having difficulty even comprehending that next step. Time waited for no man though, and after a final few seconds of innocence, Mitchell had to yank the soft blue material up his legs. The smoothness of the material, and the sensation of the frilled edges running over his skin created a multitude of sensations. Embarrassment, fear, anticipation and... arousal? Mitchell refused to believe that. Still, as the blue women's panties snuggly fitted over his manhood, Mitchell couldn't help but notice that he was becoming noticeably erect. Fearing what would happen if he had a full erection, and terrified that his penis might pop out from around the edges of the material, Mitchell seized the moment and stepped back into view of the web cam. Before he could lose his nerve any further, Mitchell held his hands out and revealed himself to his one and only story fan. He was shaking as he stood stock still in the study. The web-cam was busy transmitting everything it recorded across the internet to a complete and total stranger, but a small mini-view on his own screen also showed him what the web-cam saw. As he stared at in shocked recognition, he saw himself, a fully grown man, standing almost completely naked except for a pair of clearly ill-fitting women's panties, continually tugging and repositioning the material so that his audience didn't also get a sneak peek at his package. The sheer exposure of being stranded in front of a stranger, who was probably sitting and laughing thousands of miles away, began to break down his defences. It wildly stared at the utter insanity of the only item of clothing he'd been permitted to protect his modesty. Ha! He almost had to laugh at that. 'Modesty'. As if exhibiting himself like this, modelling panties that he thought looked sexy on his girlfriend but simply looked degrading on him, allowed him to say that he still had any 'modesty' left to preserve. He stood there, rooted to the spot, become an object of ridicule for whoever was on the other end of the line. The seconds that ticked by felt like minutes, and then they started to feel like hours. Finally, a single message appeared on the screen. "Not bad! Not bad at all. They definitely suit you, the blue brings out the green in your mask! ;)" As Mitchell reached for keyboard again, aware of how red-faced he was under the mask, he quietly said "Satisfied? Can I have the password now?" into the nearby microphone. The woman's reply was swift. "Sure thing Mitchell. I'm emailing you the password now. Don't worry Mitchell, I promised you the real password, and the real password is what you're getting. :)" Mitchell sighed in relief. He was in the process of turning off the infernal web-cam when a sudden shock made his blood run cold. "How... how'd you know my name was Mitchell?!" Mitchell blurted out loud, in surprise. "Haha! I've known who you are for a while now Mitchell. ;)" "What?!" Mitchell's world shook as if rocked by a massive earthquake. "Yep! Knew who you were before I even contacted you... what, you think that was a coincidence?" Mitchell shook his head in disbelief, the rude stripping of his anonymity leaving him feeling even more exposed than he had been while standing crest-fallen in Tanya's panties. "But... if you knew who I am, what the hell was the point of the scheduled email?!" "Well, truth be told, that was just a little trap on my part, sweetie. ;P" Mitchell's hands froze, and he was unable to type as more words appeared like a horrific avalanche threatening to swallow him up. "Knowing your name wasn't particularly exciting... but getting you to accidentally admit your name on a video while you're standing in just Tanya's panties, well, that's priceless! haha" Mitchell's previously red face went white in growing horror at this new predicament that he'd squarely landed himself in. "What? Who the hell are you?!" "Hey, well, who I am isn't important right now. You know... I figured you'd screw up eventually and need me to give you the password... wasn't expecting it to be the first time though!! haha. That was a nice little surprise, lol" Mitchell clenched his fists, and couldn't drag his eyes away from the screen as the woman finally revealed the full extent of her plan. "So, here I am, with a video of you Mitchell, admitting who you really are, proudly sporting Tanya's sexy panties. :) My my... I wonder what fun I can have with that!! Can you think of anyone else who might like to take a peek? Because I can. ;)" ******* Mitchell opened the front door and peered out at the early morning sun. He sniffed the air as he coaxed himself back to full consciousness, and scratched his backside as he took in the day in front of him. A brief smile passed over his face as he remembered yesterday, and the little trick he'd played on his forgetful girlfriend. It was the day after his birthday, and the fear and trepidation that had nearly overwhelmed him a week back was beginning to dull with the passing of every hour. The thought that he'd once stranded himself in front of a webcam - dressed only in his girlfriend's panties and shattering his anonymity by stupidly acknowledging who he was - still sent the occasional chill down his spine. However, it looked like the woman had had her fun, and much to his relief she hadn't tried to get back in touch. Truth be told, the thought of those panties still gave him an embarrassing erection, and he wasn't entirely sure how he should interpret that. As he considered his options for what he should do next with his day, his foot shuffled forward and struck a package that lay hitherto unnoticed on the floor. Looking down, and focussing his half-awake eyes on the strange item, he raised a quizzical eyebrow. Tilting his head to one side for a moment, he then shrugged his broad shoulders and reached down to pick up the package. Turning it around in his hands, the soft package seemed flexible and light. As it turned it one more time, he realised his own name was written in neat writing on the white paper that enclosed whatever was inside. His curiosity now well and truly aroused, he wondered whether this was a late birthday present, and he looked a little longer for any sign of who it could be from. With no other name forthcoming however, Mitchell gave him and ripped the package open. A small note fluttered to the ground, as the torn packaging revealed four flimsy items that were neatly stacked together. Mitchell frowned in surprise, and was going to bend down to pick up the note when a flash of colour on one of items in his hand caught his eye. Forgetting the note for a moment, he slowly - and with a mounting sense of dread - held out the items in front of him. Women's panties. Well, no, not quite. Girls' panties. Mitchell eyes zoomed in on the pattern, and in a shock of realisation saw the beaming picture of Cinderella on the front of what were clearly a pair of pink, frilly teenage girls' panties. Quickly, he cycled through the other three panties that formed the set he'd received in this bizarre package. His mouth went dry as each pair revealed a different Disney Princess, but each pair maintained the heart-stopping trend of being pink, frilly, and clearly very, very feminine. For a moment, Mitchell gave a nervous half-laugh. This was clearly Tanya's attempts at getting a little revenge for what he'd made her do on his birthday yesterday, but as he tried to dismiss it as a half-assed attempt at payback, his eyes were dragged down to the note that lay innocently on the ground. He didn't pick it up for a few minutes. He just stood there, looking out on the street beyond, four pairs of teenage girls' panties hanging in one hand, a million different scenarios playing out in his mind. Finally, stirring himself into action, he slowly kneeled down and stuffed the panties into his pocket. Out of sight, out of mind. The note only had a few words in neat writing, but what was there permanently burned itself into his mind. "To my favourite web-cam dancer. Happy birthday. Here are some panties for you to wear when you're on the web-cam at midday today. I'll be waiting, but don't keep me waiting long! Just so you don't think I'm too controlling, you can choose which of the four panties you have to wear. You're welcome!" Mitchell's world spun for a moment, and his pulse raced as a sudden vision of him dancing in Cinderella panties stormed to the front of his mind. Shaking his head to try and rid himself of the image, Mitchell helplessly stood stock still as he considered his options. He could tell Tanya. Admit what he'd done, so that this woman didn't have anything to blackmail him with. After what happened on his birthday though, there was no way she wouldn't reek vengeance on his ass if he admitted his own sins. Even if he did tell Tanya, what if the woman sent the video around to other people he knew. Or, oh God! What if she sent the video to his family?! Mitchell inhaled deeply, his breath ragged and his eyes wide-open in the crazed recognition that he actually had no options. No options at all. Staring ahead, Mitchell groaned, and fumbled at his pocket. Clumsily pulling out one of the panties, he looked with dread at the bright, cheerful image of Snow White, smiling innocently back up at him. As he screwed his eyes shut, the mental image of him prancing in stupid, pink, girly panties in front of a webcam broadcasting out to God knows where was all that he could see. With a flickering half-grin that was driven more by desperate self-preservation rather than genuine amusement, he had the mad thought that he did have options: Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White or Belle! How could he wear one of these on video? He couldn't focus on them properly, but even just holding them in his hands he knew they were at least a size too small. His manhood would look absurd and ridiculous with any one of these flimsy items, with a bloody princess stuck right where his cock would be pushing out. Even thinking about that, Mitchell realised that he was already sporting the start of an erection. With fear and loathing, Mitchell forced himself back inside, and let the door swing shut behind him. Mitchell didn't even notice the frame shake with the impact of the front door. It was another door slamming in his mind that held his attention. It was the slamming shut of the escape door that he'd fancifully thought had been left open for him, after his last web-cam appearance. An escape door that led to a safer future where he could put prancing in Tanya's panties behind him. And now that escape door was irreversibly locked. At least, he tried to convince himself, this would be where he'd draw the line. "This and no further," he whispered, "this and no further..." He'd entertain her demands today, but he'd tell her in no uncertain terms that she'd have to be satisfied with that. This wasn't going to go any further, and she'd be made to realise that. With a grim smile devoid of any confidence though, Mitchell turned to look down the corridor to the study, and through the open door to the awaiting computer that lay beyond. The panties shook in Mitchell's hands as he took his first faltering step towards his date with the camera. "Oh sh..." Mitchell whimpered. ******** He stood in front of the webcam, the harsh light of the study casting an unwelcome spotlight on his actions. The study door was firmly closed, and even knowing that Tanya was out at the moment wasn't helping Mitchell's mood. He desperately wanted to put his hands over the panties - the humiliating, pink, super-tight, Snow White panties that were now the only thing he wore. The message on the screen told him what would happen if he gave into that desire though, and Mitchell trembled as words began to appear at a rapid rate on his chat window. Staring blankly at the web cam in front of him, Mitchell's abject embarrassment was now on show for the mysterious woman. He felt any little shred of control that he thought he might be able to wield begin to slip from his grasp. The full impact of having to show himself off in pink Disney Princess underwear, without even the saving grace of a mask to cover his face, was messing with Mitchell's mind. His jumbled, jarred brain was so overwhelmed with the enormity of what was happening that he was numbly following instructions without even processing what he was being asked to do. "Is our precious pansy enjoying wearing her princess panties? haha. dance!" The message felt like a brief but brutal kick to his balls, and Mitchell jerkily moved his feet in a manner that more resembled a series of near-stumbles rather than anything normally seen on the dance-floor. His hands hung by his sides, twitching in their futile desire to hide the awful innocence of Snow White's smiling look, a look that beamed out from where his erection threaten to push aside the scanty material. The silent, unblinking webcam stared accusingly at him. Lost in his own private world of humiliation, he gritted his teeth as the abject horror of his current attire was broadcast out to God knows who. "Lol! You can dance better than that sissy-girl!" Mitchell's face turned a darker shade of red as he tried to sway his hips, and he practically fainted when the follow-up message commanded him to start playing with his own nipples. Shaking his head furiously, he stomped a foot and tried to look staunch in the face of adversity. "Now now! Sissy girls don't get to choose which instructions they have to follow. Silly little sissy girls in pink princess panties better do what they're told!!! Unless they want this video posted to their friends, so their friends get to see how tiny they really are!" Mitchell's mouth hung open in shock at that point. Not so much at the uniqueness of the threat - his mystery blackmailer had mentioned more than once that he risked being exposed to his friends and family if he didn't do exactly as he was told - but more at the unwelcome mental image of his parents and co-workers watching this on their computer. "I'm not tiny." Mitchell replied, although in a half-whisper that he didn't actually mean to carry to the webcam's microphone. Whether the microphone was more sensitive than expected, or whether the raw emotion of the moment made his voice carry farther than he intended, his companion clearly heard him. The Web of Embarrassment "Haha! Little sissy man-girl is wearing teenage girls' panties! those panties should be way too small for a grown man. ;) ;)" Mitchell's head swam in a sea of endless humiliations, as the taunts continued to appear on screen. "So how come those panties seem to be the right size for you?! lol! I think your little boy-sized cock is perfectly suited to those panties!! haha" Mitchell looked down, ashamed, as his bulging erection nonetheless stayed safely inside the constraints of the soft, feminine material. "I'm not tiny!" Mitchell whispered again, although a hesitancy in his voice betrayed the waves of doubt that the teasing was begin to inflict on him. "Show me your backside!" Mitchell looked sheepishly at the webcam for a moment, and thought again about just saying no. He was too far down the rabbit hole now, for that to truly be a possible course of action. With clear reluctance, Mitchell turned around, and wiggled his backside for the benefit of his blackmailer, hoping that this clear sign of submission would temporarily sate her desire to see him punished. He could feel the smooth material of the panties caress his buttocks, and the frilly edges tickled his skin. With an even greater shame, he realised he couldn't help but be even more turned on by the sensation. Glancing over his shoulder, fear partly clouding his vision, he waited for the next instruction, praying that the next message would be the end of this current web-cam exhibition. "Nice ass sissy-slut. but I think I know what you're begging me to order you to do next..." Mitchell shook his head mutely. There was more still to come though. "A weak little man-boy like you probably thinks your soft feminine ass deserves a paddling! Well, for once, you're absolutely right! spank yourself. Hard!" Mitchell shook his head vigorously. "Spank yourself!! I want to see you turn your ass the same shade of red as your face! haha" Mitchell gulped hard, and started to protest, before being abruptly interrupted when another message joined the first. "Okay, since you're going argue, get a ruler. NOW!" Mitchell stood still for a moment, blank and uncomprehending. Then, as he realised what he was being asked to do, he took a few steps over to the desk, and pulled a 20-inch wooden ruler from the stationary desk drawer. Holding it up to the web-cam, he could already half-guess what he was going to be asked to do next. He wondered how the ruler would feel on his ass, with only the pink teenage girls' panties to protect his raw skin. "You think I'm going to make you spank yourself with that?" Mitchell nodded, dumbly, unable to form words to acknowledge what he knew was coming next. "Haha! Nah..." Mitchell's eyebrow shot up in surprise, and he blinked several times as he just stood in front of the camera, lost as to what to do next. "Nah... I want you to hold one the ruler flat in front of your panties, with one end right in front of that little micro-cock of yours..." Mitchell's mouth went dry in horror as the black letters streamed out on to white background of the chat window. "... pull back one end, and then let go... ;) ;) ;) I know it'll be hard to hit your tiny boy-cock, what with it being so small and hard to find, but if you miss, we'll just keep on trying!" For thirty seconds, Mitchell did nothing. Didn't move, didn't speak, barely even breathed. The oppressive light of the room seemed to push in from all sides, and he futile tried to imagine a single means of escape from his current predicament. As the utter lack of options struck him full in the face, he slowly pulled one end of the ruler back. Holding the tension for a few seconds longer, and knowing for certain that somewhere at the end the web cam's connection there was a woman laughing hysterically, he let the end of the ruler slip out of his grasp. The hard wooden ruler arced back to it's natural resting place, but the tension he'd put on it caused it to flick past that point and continue it's journey. The only place left for it to go was Mitchell's unprotected crotch. Zeroing in on the smiling face of Snow White, there was suddenly an audible thwack that echoed around the room as the tip of Mitchell's penis took the full impact of the end of the wooden ruler. For a split-second he didn't feel anything. Then, with a sudden eye-watering effort, Mitchell began to double-over. A low, agonised groan escaped from his lips as the shock roared through his body, and Mitchell's already fuzzy world of embarrassment was suddenly replaced by an entire universe of pain. He rocked back and forth for minutes, wave after wave of humiliation and pain competing to be the worst thing he was currently feeling. As his vision began to return, he looked back up at the screen, and could see that another message had arrived while he was cradling his injured man-hood. "And that's what happens to silly man-girls who talk back to their mistresses! Here ends our first lesson. But don't worry, I'll make sure it's on the test the next time we meet!" As Mitchell slowly stood up, the agony dying away as the seconds ticked by, he couldn't help but wonder what could possibly be meant by a second lesson, if this was only the first. "Wait!" he called out, through a clenched jaw and flaming red cheeks "I thought this was it! I thought this was all I had to do!" For a few quiet moments there was no answer. The room just froze around Mitchell, as time slowed down to a trickle and a multitude of fates awaited a single decision. Then, in only four simple words, he received his reply. "Hahaha! You're so funny. ;)" ====== [Mitchell and Tanya's trials at the hands of their merciless mistress will continue... 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