As the final session approached I wondered how I could possibly top the humiliation of having her pose, holding her ankles, knowing the photo would be sent to a mutual friend.
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I reviewed her slave training and my initial goals. I had indeed stripped her modesty. But had I stripped her of her inhibitions? I thought back to her crushed and swollen breasts (A tit in each hand provides a handy 'handle' to support my considerable weight) and how at the moment I took that photo she began to comply.
[albumphoto=?albumid=11364&pictureid=287082]287/ac0fa60d7d37c84bf5744775a36c2913_287082.jpg?dl=[/albumphoto] Since then I had not had occasion to use the 'love handles'. I really missed the sensation of her cold, swollen tits being crushed against the bindings and her ribcage.
Later in the month I told her I had started posting her face 'on the internet', and she immediately came. Recently I had whispered 'every inch of you, plastered everywhere' and again she came instantly.
Clearly the danger was exciting her. But I had also been careful not to push too much. Limiting our new found kink to the pre-arranged nights.
This last night would be different, this last night would be a test. The night before I would test her inhibitions, if she complied completely, she would be rewarded with a most enjoyable kink night.
If she failed her test, I had prepared a harness of thin, rough hemp rope. Something that would be uncomfortable long before the 'love handles' came into use. Something that would bite deep, chaff and scratch under my considerable 230lbs of weight.
The test would determine if her slave training was successful. The test would have four parts. Fail one, and she failed them all.
First, I would have her pose fully exposed, while I described how our mutual friend had systematically downloaded each and every of the roughly 200 photos from the web. How would she handle being photographed while being reminded of her recent humiliation? Would her natural modesty kick in?
Then, I would film her masturbating with a vibrator. She had never been filmed on video before. How would she react? The hemp rope and my evil side hoped she would refuse.
Next, another first for her, chat-roulette with the first 3 adults she met. She had to comply with their every request, until they had cum.
And finally, a POV video of her riding 'cowgirl'.
The odds were stacked against her. For very difficult tests, all impossible for her five months ago.
It started well. She posed for dozens of pictures, under harsh light and with no illusions of having her face hidden. She seemed to have accepted that Nathan would never look at her again the same (he lives on the other coast, which I suspect is why she chose him). She also didn't flinch when I said things like "look into the camera, the guys want to see your eyes and your smile".
And then the test she was sure to fail. The solo video. Her video performance was perfect. She smiled for the camera, introduced herself, and put on a first-rate show. When she finished she looked directly into the camera and said "I hope you enjoyed watching me".
She was clearly bored with the prospect of chatroulette. But, to her credit, she tried. She wasn't into it at all and we called it off after a few minutes. No buzz-kills tonight.
And then it came time for the full-frontal 'cowgirl' video. To my surprise, after everything else, this was going to trip her up. She had a date with a cruel thin hemp rope and didn't even know it. I realized it was past midnight, technically it was now 'kink night'. What to do? I was in the mood to punish her immediately.
And while I was considering the possibilities, she reached down, picked up the camera, said 'OK' and slid onto me.
All inhibitions gone, complete success.
I write this having just spoken to Nathan. He never mentioned the e-mail I 'accidentally' sent to him. The e-mail had gone something along the lines of "Hey Nathan, your wife is hot (Nathan is single, never married). Here are pictures of mine in trade." Clearly he would assume I had sent it to the wrong 'Nathan'. He downloaded every photo, and never a word.
However, about a month ago, he announced he was flying to our city for the holidays (a first for him). The alarm in my wife's eyes when I casually mentioned "Nathan will be in town for the holidays" was beautiful.
You may be wondering, where are these pictures exposing every inch... Want to see ALL of my wife? Check out my public albums.
