A humiliating pic of the loser

Words flit across your vision. They move fast, but somehow you're able to process their meaning without having to look away from Zoe. A constant feed of fresh information, always directly related to the person you're looking at and your current thoughts. Combined with the movement prediction feature, these glasses made you into a sort of demigod.

The longer you wait to release her, the more uncomfortable and aroused she grows, and while you can't read her thoughts, your glasses give you a good idea of how she might react to various things. She fetishizes strong, dominant men. She fantasizes about **** and ****. She's got a thing for psychological torment and humiliation.

Releasing her, you put one hand on her head to keep her from climbing to her feet. "Stay down while I decide. On your knees like a good girl."

She looks up at you with a delightfully confused, slightly horrified expression but amazingly remains on her knees. "...a good girl?" She asks. Her disapproving tone suggesting you're being gross and condescending. "You'd better not be thinking anything super perverted you weirdo."

You note that she didn't try to tell you that you can't pick anything perverted. You decide to go for broke and see if you can't bring one of her little fantasies to life. Drawing your own phone out of your pocket, you switch to the camera and point it at her. "Now that's an idea. Let's do something super perverted." At her scowl you add with a grin, "This was your idea."

She sighs then asks, sounding annoyed, "Okay, freak. Like what? Let's just get this over with; I've got stuff to do."

Relying greatly on the information from your glasses, you take your shot.

"I'm going to take a picture of you. Just one picture, but not until you get it just right."

She hesitates. "Get what just right?"

"Pull your bra up to expose your tits. Then pull your shorts down to your knees and masturbate, making that stupid exaggerated orgasm face you say you hate. The one with the crossed eyes and the tongue hanging out."

The command hangs in the air for what feels like forever, no one moves or talks.