The Picture

It was a week later when the mailman rang the door to deliver a package.

She still could hardly believe that she had gone through with it, but her master had told her that, in order to commemorate the event of succesfully having inserted her butt plug for the first timen without any whining, she should have her picture taken to commemorate the event.

SHe had walked out into the garden, and sat down on the old wall.

She had spread her legs, proudly displaying the plug. She liked that the picture made her look shy, even though in reality, it had been mainly been the sun in her eyes. And, yes, she had felt a little shy, it being her first picture of a sexual nature, and that out in the garden nonetheless, where there was some chance of neighbours seeing her. (They will not even realise you're not wearing pants, her Master had reassured her.)

As she opened the package, she found that moment perpetuated in the form of a 150cm by 100cm glass plate, which her Master would now hang up in her bedroom, so that she would be reminded of her progress as a slave every day.

Upon closer inspection of the picture, there was only one regret in her heart: her bra showed slightly through her black top. It would have been better had she taken it off. It would have sexualized her appearance further as well.

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