"Come on cutie" she said, "I need you to get your favorite sex toy. You know the one. You were very proud to show it to me on your private photos. It is time to take care of that cute little bottom."
Oh Jesus, I thought. I completely forgot about that toy. I purchased it shortly after my breakup with Raquel, mostly because I was feeling uninhibited and free, but since buying it, I had second thoughts. I kind of purchased it as a lark, thinking I might use it someday, but I later had second thoughts. I meant to remove it from my personal photos but in the chaos that followed, I just forgot to do so.
The toy itself looked like an 8-inch finger, narrow at the tip but progressively wider as you moved along to the base. It was made of soft silicone wrapped around something that gave it shape and structure.
"What is the matter, sweetie, cat got your tongue?" she asked after a few moments of silence.
"No," I responded, "but I think there has been a mistake. I don't have a favorite toy. I just photographed that one as a lark. But I don't use it."
"Do you have it?" she asked.
"Well, yes, I responded but.."
"Butt is right!" she responded with a laugh. "You don't have to get it. But I don't have to keep my photos and videos secret either. Now be a good boy and get your toy and some lube. And no more arguing about it."
Once again, I felt like I had no choice. I didn't want those photos of me exposed. But there was something else driving me as well. A compulsion bordering on the need to surrender. It is so difficult to explain. She had a manner to her that was decisive and strong without being overpowering. She didn't raise her voice - she really didn't need to.
I retrieved the toy and the tube of Vaseline from my bathroom and returning to the room set them down on the bed where she could see them.
"Good boy." She said adding "this will be our little secret, unless of course you make me angry. But I don't have to worry about that do I?" she asked.
"No, I will comply" I responded adding "please don't show anyone."
"You do not have to worry, as long as you continue to be good," she answered adding, "no one in your personal circle will see these. For now, these are for my personal enjoyment. Now, get naked. I want you to strip for me. And look into the camera as you do so. I want to see that cute little face to go along with that cute little body."
I did as she instructed beginning with my shirt, pulling it over my head and exposing my smooth chest and abs. I pulled my sweatpants down to my ankles and off my feet and stood in front of the cam wearing only my boxers. I stood in front of the cam sheepishly awaiting my next instruction.
"Come on, you know what I want. Take your boxers off. Don't be shy, I have already seen everything anyway. I want you to look into the camera and peel off those shorts. Oh, and once you are done, place your hands on top of your head.. I want to see your naked body. Everything."
I slowly pulled my boxers off and placed my hands on my head as she instructed. I began to experience a sense of panic and embarrassment. My brain was screaming at me not to do it, but my cock had an entirely different reaction. It began to slowly come to life, getting more and more erect as she watched.
"Are you embarrassed?" she asked while giggling
"Yes" I responded
