"Take some pictures of you posing!" she replied. "Wait, what?" you squeal. She pulled you to her, her arm around your waist. "You are my submissive little slave! I own you Yvette! You owe me something! I want pictures of you posing and then I want pictures of you without clothes! Then in the most perverted, sexual positions imaginable! Am I clear, my love?" she demands, her face alight with malicious enjoyment. You can't believe this is happening. "Girls have it easier, remember?" she pointed out.
"Katy, I was wrong! Girls don't have it easier! Please don't humiliate me like this!" you pleaded. "You agreed to submit to me, honey! Besides you don't have the escort job, you need some way to make money! So we will sell pictures of you to Playboy, Hustler, Penthouse and all those perverted magazines! Hmmm, I wonder if you could be a supermodel. Yvette isn't the tallest girl." she noted. You quiver at that. "I think webcam might be a good idea! Maybe you could touch yourself with hands and objects? Yes, I think we can make that work!" she declared.
"Katy, NO! Please, I love you! I'm begging you, don't do this!" you begged. "You got yourself into this, baby! I am only helping you. But if you don't want us to stay together...." "NO, please don't leave me!" you implore. "Then we are doing this! This way, you will be able to pay for my education and our lives! I think I will take a double degree in finance and law. Maybe later I will get a second double degree later in economic and business administration? Yes, we will do that!" she stated. You feel your face burn. Why did you make this wish? Now you have become a pornographic model for who knows how long? What if you stayed this way?
But Katy got her wish as you posed as a maid. You posed pictures where you bent over, blew kisses to the camera, playing with the feather duster. All the while, Katy made photographer references like “the Camera loves you!” “Work it baby, work it!” “Oh yeah, that’s so sexy, babe!” You had never felt so humiliated or ashamed in your life. Then it got worse. “Now we will film you stripping it off!” she giggled. “Katy, can’t I have a break?” you wailed. “Yvette, I have enough of your complaining! Sweetie, this is what you will have to go through, now that your wish was granted! However it was granted, this is your reality now! You have to accept it!” she pointed out, giving you a cuddle.
You pressed yourself against her firm body. She looked down on you, grinning. “I think I am taller than you by about 3-4 inches (8-10 centimetres).” she observed. You frowned at her observation but nodded, conceding that it was now true. You pulled her closer, your head resting against her chest. “As much as I am enjoying this, we need pictures! So shall we start, beautiful Yvette?” she asked. “Can you call me Nick, still?” you reply, indignantly. “I don’t think so! You asked to be a girl, so you have to learn how hard it can be! Besides Nick is a boy’s name, my well endowed girlfriend! So start stripping!” she commanded. Forcing yourself to be calm, you reach for the first piece of clothing.
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