DOUBLES! A fine way to meet the neighbors.

The screen flashed with the word "Doubles!" in a celebratory manner as the dice settled. Each die flickered with a little "+1" graphic, and Alie watched with interest as each die increased by 1 before the images of dice were replaced by descriptions of the outcomes.

"Lock/Email Time: 2.5 hours lock, 2 hours email."

Ali squirmed as she teased herself, imagining herself in this game. Two hours helplessly chained up, knowing that the email would send a full thirty minutes before she'd be able to free herself? Rushing to the computer to neutralize the **** in the hopes that she got to it first, but no way to know for sure...

She moaned lewdly as her pleasure mounted, drawing her hand back to the waistband of her panties to slip her hand inside, plunging two fingers into her hungry pussy.

"Who: Neighbor. Sean Jones in Apartment 212 selected."

Ali blinked at the words on her screen her hand frozen in shock. "Huh? That's a real guy in my building... There's no way this thing can—"

The next die resolved into a block of text labeled "**** info."

Ali's blood ran cold. It showed her real name. Her entire real name: Alison Jane Hart. It went on to list her real personal and professional email addresses, the name of her city, her usernames for all social media, her phone number, and her entire street address, including apartment number 231. It even included her secret reddit account she only ever used to occasionally post faceless nudes for a little confidence boost.

"The fuck is this!" Ali shrieked. Heart pounding in her chest, she stood up from her chair and stared at the screen. "No, no, no. What? How can it know all this?! Whose idea of a sick joke!"

Furiously, she pressed keys on the keyboard, even some advanced shortcuts she knew that should have stopped anything. Nothing worked, but the screen did display a warning that made her freeze.

"Do not attempt to cheat, Ali. Bondage will be applied now."

Terror gripped her as her hands' movements slowed, as though she were moving through thick pudding. This couldn't be really happening. She must have fallen asleep and this must be a dream.

She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her and she fell to her knees, suddenly naked... and gagged?

Without understanding how it happened, Ali found herself collared and securely chained to the radiator on the side of the room opposite her computer. A ball gag filled her mouth, the straps digging slightly into the corners of her mouth. Her hands were cuffed securely behind her back as well. She couldn't stand; apparently her wrists were also cuffed to her ankles, forcing her to remain kneeling.

The screen continued.

"**** Material: Nude pics with face visible, including toys, cum on you'd body or leaking out, one full sex tape, and one **** confession video."

Ali stared at the screen as images began to appear. Images of her. Naked, lewd pictures. Pictures she'd actually taken of herself. These were real. Mixed in were images of her playing with dildos and vibrators, clearly enjoying herself. She'd never taken those pictures, but she recognized the toys as hers. Events that actually happened, even though she never took those pictures.

She wined fearfully into her gag as something claiming to be a sex tape and confession video were loaded. The latter played briefly for Ali to see. It was her in her actual apartment, calmly chaining herself to the radiator. In the video, she explained that she just loves playing games, and that she's offering the **** material up just to chase that thrill, and that she gets off on the idea of being totally and completely controlled by someone else, even if it's against her own will, and that she couldn't think of any other way to make it happen.

The Ali in the video smiled and added, "Sean, I did all this for you, to give you all the advantage you'd need to make this fantasy a reality. I hope you do actually see this, and I really hope you're brave enough to do something about it. Don't let me weasel out of it, now." And then she winked and the video ended. After a moment, the screen indicated that all files were uploaded to the cloud.

Ali shook her head. This had to be a dream. She pulled against her chain but it was useless. Something behind her was giving off a faint blue light, she could tell from its reflection on the wall. Probably the timed lock the game had mentioned. She'd be stuck until the timer elapsed. 2.5 hours.

She swallowed. And the email would go out in only 2 hours.

She craned to see the clock on the stove in the next room. 4:22 A.M. Okay, not the end of the world. Not many people were up and checking email at 6 A.M., right?

"**** duration: 2 months, during which time Ali consents to submit to the following powers hereby granted to her blackmailer:"

Ali wished she wasn't so turned on. She wished she could reach her own pussy to finish masturbating, but the mess of chains between her wrists and ankles made it impossible. The words that marched across the screen, with Ali helpless to do anything but watch, left the woman in the most shamefully aroused state of her life.

• May assign chores, including cooking.
• May dictate any clothing choices while in private, including nude.
• May dictate Ali's underwear at all times, including none.
• May dictate an exercise schedule that must be kept.
• May require Ali to wear sexual clothing or costumes, even in public.
• Access to and power over all of Ali's social media accounts, email, and similar.
• May require nudity even outdoors if in private.
• May require nudity in the presence of a single guest, as determined by blackmailer.

Ali was mortified. She didn't even know Sean Jones. But this was all happening so fast, and she could not lie to herself about how she felt. She loved the way it felt to be hanging in the balance of such an insanely risky game, chained helpless, with nothing to do but wait.

"Furthermore, Ali consents automatically to any and all instances of the following at the whim of her blackmailer:

• Edging
• Penetrative sex, including anal and deepthroat. Ali must always swallow unless specifically commanded not to.
• Kinky sex and BDSM activities
• Any threesome.

Finally, a slow, scrolling message appeared.

"These are the terms already agreed to and they are clearly enumerated in the **** Material. But remember, the nature of **** is delicate. We cannot stop your blackmailer from trying to **** more out of you during the duration of his leverage or simply extending the duration. That's all part of it. We hope you enjoy your time being blackmailed, or if not, we hope you manage to avoid it! ~FR"

Then the screen resolved to a countdown timer for the email being sent. 1 hour, 54 minutes.

Ali nearly came right there on the floor. God, she was so worked up before this even started. Now she was desperately horny. If she wasn't able to stop Sean from opening that email and gaining all this power over her... well, the next two months wouldn't be boring, that was for sure. Maybe he wouldn't see it. Maybe he would and wouldn't believe it. Fat chance of that with the video confession specifically calling him out.

Maybe he would see it, believe that it was real, and still not do anything about it? Ali honestly wasn't sure which outcome she'd prefer more, now that she was actually trapped in a literal fantasy of hers.