“Yes, so he would know what I was.”
“And then you m*********d?”
“Yes.”
“We’ll do that,” he said. “Paint your labia red. Then I’ll take a photo. Perhaps we’ll post it somewhere where other men can see it.”
I felt giddy with longing. Please let him f**k me soon, I thought.
He found a bright red lipstick in my handbag and traced the lips of my cunt with it. Then he got his digital camera and took several pictures. I thought I’d never seen anything as obscene or as disturbingly sexy. I was still tied up, and he said perhaps he should be as good as his word and post the pictures on a website. I pleaded with him not to do that.
“Very well,” he said. “But if I don’t, you’ll have to pay a forfeit.”
He got my vibrator and held it against my clit. It wasn’t long before I came. He waited for a
