The Slut Show

Show your manners and present your body for the men to see, slut. The man I know only as “Dean” has added me to a chat group of random men who know each other only from the internet. The group is called “Degrade and Abuse” and that’s what we’re all here for. Until I ask to leave the group, they can tell me to do anything they want. Up until a minute ago, I would have described myself as curious, nervous, and incredulous that I was doing such a stupid thing. Now, I’m suddenly more turned on than I’ve been in my entire life. My hands shake as I unbutton my jeans. 

I get on my knees, snap a photo of my naked body from the neck down and hit send. Usually I take five nudes and send the best one, but Dean has specified in-app photos and the app doesn’t save them if you don’t send them. And, the chat is already filling up with messages demanding to see me. The photo shows the tattoo over my left breast, a no-no for sharing photos with strangers like this. I hope that I can keep my face out of future pictures. There is so much technology out there to connect my professional self to my nudes, or even create nudes from scratch using deepfake technology. But if I’m being honest with myself, the risk is part of what is making my pussy so wet it threatens to leave a puddle on the floor. 

With some difficulty because photographing your own butt is hard, I comply with their next request to Turn around and let’s see the whore from behind. Welp, there’s my other tattoo, good thing practically everyone I know has this black linework botanical bullshit on their shoulders. And I really don’t know what to do with the request to spread your ass for me. I don’t have three hands and the camera doesn’t have a timer. I decide to go for a short video instead. I’m so wet my hands slip. 

Thank god they let me lie down next and show them my fingers slipping in and out of my glistening folds. Much easier to photograph, for one, and less danger of showing recognizable parts of my body, plus I might pass out from horniness if I have to remain standing and not touching myself. The quick escalation to seeing the most private parts of me makes me throb even harder with a potent hormonal cocktail of eroticized fear—we’re less than 10 minutes in and I’m already showing them my pussy, where else is this going to go? I could see myself falling down this rabbit hole big time. Chasing the intensity, going more and more extreme to recreate the feeling of this first time. 

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