Hey Readers,
Here's another chapter for you, once again edited courtesy of Alys21. Thanks again, Alys21, I really appreciate all the work you did with me to get these chapters ready!
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Chapter 24
After the escapades at the pool, I pulled Sarah aside and presented her my idea.
"That just might work," Sarah mumbled. "Yes, I think it will. That's a great idea. And it would solve the issue of her noticing Suki's lack of embarrassment being topless in front of you."
I smiled, "Glad you like it. I'll find a chance to talk to her about it tomorrow."
Sarah nodded, "Good, we should work fast. Ali is on to us too, but I want Taylor okay with things and in the harem, then we can tackle Ali. Then all that will be left is Laura."
I nodded and headed out to talk to a few of my harem girls to set things up, then I had some research to do.
The next day, we attended our online classes and got all of the work that needed done taken care of before lunch. I saw Laura grab her camera and head to wander the house looking for inspiration. I met eyes with my chosen girls, who nodded subtly, and I moved to follow Taylor.
I found her in the hall pretty easily.
"Hey Taylor, can I talk to you about something... in private," I asked.
I could feel her defenses rising, but she replied, "Sure. Whatever you need."
We stepped into a nearby den, one of the dozen or so rooms that was mostly unused in the mansion. There were just a couple of chairs and a coffee table.
I sat down and let her pick her seat as the door closed.
"What's this about, Tom?" Her voice sounded accusatory.
"Um, so I noticed that you could tell, yesterday at the pool, that Sukiβ well, she didn't care that I could see her breasts. There's a reason for that, and I was hoping you could actually help," I informed her.
"I'm listening," Taylor replied.
Good, I thought, she hasn't rejected me off-hand.
"Well, I don't know what your opinion of the girls who live here are, but a lot of them have self-image issues." I started. "Like, when I started dating Courtney, she had a hard time believing I thought she was beautiful. And Suki, Tina and Debbie had it worse, because where Courtney found a boyfriend to tell her she was beautiful, they didn't." I stopped to let her process that.
She thought for a moment then started to nod, what I was saying made sense to her.
"Well, and Courtney realized, after we started having sex, how validating it was to be seen naked and be told how beautiful she was." I watched Taylor, she was listening but not looking at me, imagining the situation in her head.
"Well, Courtney loves her friends and is confident in my affection, so she thought perhaps I could help give them validation too," I pressed on. Taylor was still nodding along.
"So we started with little fashion shows, but then that wasn't enough, because they always thought it was the clothes that looked good, not them. So we gradually moved to less and less clothingβ" I continued. Taylor's eyes widened as she realized where this was going.
"Yeah, so Suki, Tina, and Debbue ended up responding really well to my glowing admiration of their naked bodies, and we regularly meet for these meetings. We ended up talking to Sarah about it, and she confirmed that the idea was sound, but not something that modern psychologists do for obvious reasons. But we get together regularly for these 'Body confidence boost sessions' as Sarah called them." I told the wide-eyed girl.
"Um, that does make sense why Suki wouldn't care if you see her tits at the pool. But how can I help with this?" Taylor asked, her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Well, are you familiar with Boudoir photo shoots?" I asked.
Taylor cocked her head to the side. "Is that how you pronounce it? Um, there is a class I'm signing up for in the fall for those, but I don't know what they are or anything."
This was perfect.
"So, Boudoir is a photo style from France, named after a lady's room. It's an intimate and sensual, sometimes erotic form of photography set in a women's bedroom and usually has her in sexy underwear, or lingerie, though it is sometimes done nude," I started.
"Oh, yeah. I have heard of this!" Taylor exclaimed. "One of my professors talked about it as an example of how modern society is affecting photography! He said it started out as a way for women to feel positive about themself, but as time goes on, people are taking more and more risque photos of themselves so Boudoir photography has had to evolve too, but he said if we wanted to learn more, we'd have to take the Boudoir class."
"Exactly!" I was getting excited, Taylor knew enough to make this plausible, but not enough to call me on it if I stretched the truth. I hoped. I also hoped the research I had done was accurate enough. "Used to be having a picture of yourself in a bra was a bold move, now girls post five of those a day. A close up of a woman's ass? You mean every other photo from gym 'influencers'? Now, sex toys or even bringing a partner in is common. The girls don't want the validation of a sex toy though, they want the validation of a man. So they want me in their Boudoir shoots."
Taylor got flushed a little. "Like what kind of shots would they like?"
"Well, most Boudoir is not posted for others to see, as even older Boudoir could be considered pornographic. But some of the tamer stuff gets posted online. Here are some examples." I pulled out my phone and started showing Taylor what I found.
The pictures started out fairly tame, for photos of half-naked women interacting with men. Then slowly they got more and more sexual. I made sure professional watermarks were clearly visible on all the photos.
"I follow that photographer! I didn't know she did Boudoir," Taylor mused.
The picture in question was one of my favorites. It featured a young woman lying on her back, a man (presumably her husband) was visible between her legs, his mouth kissing her stomach. Her lacy g-string panties hung from one finger on her hand and the only thing covering her breasts were the man's hands. She was looking at the camera and her eyes were half lidded with pleasure.
When we finished looking through the photos, I put away my phone. "And those were the ones tame enough that the photographers were allowed to post them online as part of their portfolios," I told Taylor.