Chapter 6: The photographs

Once, at her place, he took photographs of her, with her own cell phone, making her turn and change poses, sometimes capturing her whole body and sometimes approaching the camera and even using the zoom function to catch a closeup of some part of her. She posed obediently, spreading her legs, bending her back, smiling. He took maybe a hundred photographs. Then he sat on the bed. The exercise had made him hard and she fellated him while he browsed the pictures. He enjoyed it, but his mind was not wholly on the act and therefore he did not come. When he stopped her it was getting late. He showed her that he had selected five photographs, and sent the others to his own phone.

The first of the five photographs was a full length portrait of her in front of a window, naked and smiling, looking right at the camera, with her arms behind her head exposing her shaved armpits. This raised her small breasts a little, drawing attention to the halter piercings in her small nipples. Her slit, always slightly ajar now, was barely visible under her beautiful pale bush. The portrait emphasized her slender legs and belly; on a closer look, one could notice her blonde straight hair, untied flowed down almost all the way to her hips.

The second photograph was a closeup of her right areola, small and pink and dainty on her soft breast. The piercing had been removed from her limp nipple, although the picture was so close you could see the hole it went through, and count the little bumps on the circumference of the areola.

The third one was a profile shot of her chest and head. Her back was arched, her hands behind her back, pushing forward her breasts. Her eyes were closed, her hair hung behind her shoulder in a single braid. She wore darker lipstick than usual, and her mouth was open wide, revealing pearly teeth and her red, pierced, outstretched tongue. The tip of it was pressed against a peeled banana which he held off frame, and which she licked with an obvious erotic intent.

The next one showed her from behind, resting on her knees and elbows on a bed unmade. Her long blonde hair covered her shoulders, and her small, soft, but perfectly round buttocks were high in the air. Her legs were widely splayed, displaying her anus and spread vulva. The picture was taken at a rather low angle, to display both the buttocks and the vulva under them, and slightly to the side, to show the back of her head on the mattress. Inner lips hung from her opened slit, studded each with a gleaming piercing. Between them, the ring though her clitoris was just about visible, and behind it one could guess at her blonde mound. From previous manipulations the lips and clitoris appeared dewy and glistening.

The last photograph was almost identical but taken from a somewhat higher angle, revealing the dimples above her buttocks. Two other things changed: first, she had put a hand between her legs and had shoved her medium all the way into her vagina, most of which was therefore hidden; second, she turned her head to look over her shoulder, making her face visible and recognizable.

“I’ll leave it to you, he said. Chose one of these pictures and post it on reddit, in this subreddit. Add a caption that you hope many will masturbate to it.”

She hesitated too long and he added: “You probably don’t want me to put all five on it and more.”

Her heart leapt in her chest, but her thoughts were strangely sluggish. Obviously she could not put one with her face, so that left only two of them, the one of her anus and vulva and the one of her nipple ... For each one she thought of thousand men leering at it, old men, gross men like Patrick Chen, teenagers afraid their moms would surprise them. All she could chose was the one with the nipple. Even that made her sick.

“What do I type?” she asked after uploading the photograph, but before posting it. It would be on the internet forever.

“Something dirty about how you hope they enjoy it.”

I hope you guys enjoy this picture, she typed.

“No, more dirty,” he said. He had pulled her on his lap and she could feel his hard member throbbing under her thigh.

I hope you jack off to this, she typed.

“Make an effort.” His hand was on her breast, playing with her piercing. Danger.

I hope you all jack off to my little titty. It makes me wet to think of it.

“Just add that you might post more later and it will do.”

She did and posted it and he checked it to make sure it was done right. The upvotes started almost immediately.

“Good start,” he said, terrifyingly. “Now the next one. Of the four you have not chosen yet, chose one and sent it by SMS to your manager. Then we will wait ten minutes, and you may send him a text that you are terribly sorry and it was meant for someone else.”

It was a nightmare; Eric was cordial enough but a stern man, with no patience for any foolishness. What’s more, she saw him every day. Trolls on reddit did not matter, it was awful to think of them ogling her nipple but they did not now her, there was nothing to link her account and her real identity. Eric would keep on meeting her; even after his first reaction, every time he saw her he would think of what he had seen, underneath her clothes. Eric was also always on his cell phone, even late at night, and so she knew he would immediately see the picture. And yet another thought griped her: her master was not done, she would have to send all the photographs, and for each one he would ask something harder. How would he escalate next? Her profile picture on Facebook, her neighbor? Maybe she ought to pick the dirtier pictures first.