"Let's check your Instagram," said Ms. Rouge. "Ooh, a hundred and fifteen messages. You're a popular little slut."
When she got bored, Ms. Rouge would sext strangers from my social media.
"I'm telling this one you hate using condoms. This one you're masturbating to his pictures. And this one that you're currently undergoing treatment for sex addiction."
She said I was a nudist, a squirter, a sex slave, an exhibitionist, and a virgin. That I had a strong preference for black cock, as well as uncircumcised penis. And that nobody with above a high school education has ever made me cum.
I'd sucked off strangers at the nude beach, and enjoyed fucking men in front of their wives. Next week I'd be tied naked to a tree in the forest, in hopes that a bear would rape me.
Ms. Rouge had even spent weeks building up the confidence of a man with a micropenis. I found his dick cute and assured him he could satisfy me. I was curious what it would feel like, and was down whenever he was.
Of course my inbox was filled with penises of every size, shape, and color. Some I'd asked for, but most I had not.
My nudes were provided upon request. Some men didn't even have to ask. Others received them as soon as the first message.
The men begged to buy me dinner, take me on vacation, and marry me. They wanted to buy more intimate pictures and videos of me, and subscribe to my OnlyFans.
Needless to say, my socials were pretty much unusable at this point.
Plans my friends sent me were buried under hundreds of DMs from horny men. As soon as I read a message, three more would take its place. To prevent my phone from freezing, I had to turn off the notifications.
Ms. Rouge encouraged me to review the conversations, but forbade me from blocking the men, or replying to them.
Most of the men worshiping me were very... average looking. But a few were really cute, way hotter than anyone I'd ever slept with.
Of course Ms. Rouge sent the sexiest men my ugliest nudes - ones where my rolls of fat were prominently on display, or I looked like I had a double chin. This was her attempt at humor.
The other men received pictures seemingly selected at random -- images of me cooking or cleaning in the buff, reading a book, brushing my teeth, or taking a shower.
A lucky few were sent nudes from our photo shoots. Ms. Rouge spent hours posing me. She arched my back, spread my legs, and exposed my soles to the camera.
