Have Sabrina take nude selfies

“OK, Sabrina, we have a deal! For one week starting today, you will do anything I say, aside from your 7 restrictions. And if you refuse, you still have to do the sex video. If you do the whole week, you’re off the hook for the video!” You take out your hand for her to shake.

“Agreed,” she replies, shaking your hand.

“Great! So, my first order!” you say, clasping your hands together and rubbing them. You then hold out your hand, open palm faced up. “Hand me my bath towel.”

Sabrina looks at you like a deer in headlights. She tightens her grip on the towel before finally relenting and pulling it off. Although you’ve seen it several times by now, you do not tire of seeing her beautiful naked body, with petite curves and delicate porcelain skin. She puts the towel in your hand and sits awkwardly, one leg crossed over the other, covering her round breasts with her arms.

You put the towel to the side and tell her, “Are you really still shy after what we just did this morning?”

She squirms in her chair. “It’s embarrassing… I’m the only one naked now…” she explains.

“That’s too bad,” you tsk with a shake of the head. “Because my next order is for you to take a selfie!”

Sabrina looks at herself to remind herself that she is still naked, then she looks at you to make sure you are serious. “Really?!” she yelps with a huff.

You hand her your phone, ready to take a camera shot. “I want a new background pic,” you grin.

Sabrina covers her face, mumbling, “Oh my Goooood…”

Still, she would rather do this than make another sex video, so she sucks it up and snaps up your phone. She holds it at arms length and makes a demure pose with her body turned to the side so that you can see her long legs and some side boob but with her nipples covered up by her other hand.

She snaps the shot and hands the phone back to you. “There.” she says.

“I’m not done,” you tell her. “I want a selection of pics to choose from!” Sabrina continues to stare at you in shock. “Let’s do a full frontal this time.”

Irked, Sabrina grudgingly obliges, sitting straight in her chair this time and holds the phone in front. She hesitates to push the button. She looks away, gritting her teeth and forces herself to do it. The camera flashes.

You frown. It isn’t a very inspired visual. “Let me make a few adjustments,” you tell her.

By the time you finish, you have her positioned in a more reclined pose. One foot is on the chair seat, the other balanced her on the floor. Her back arched and her head tilts up and back with the camera positioned above her. Her free hand cups her breast, pushing it in toward her chest. If only you had a bucket of water to splash over her, you'd have a Flashdance pose. “That’s more like it!” you say proudly, letting her snap the shot for you. She looks nervously at the camera as she snaps the image.

“Are we good now?” Sabrina asks.

“Just a few more and we’re done,” you tell her. The next snapshot you take has Sabrina sitting with the office chair backwards so that it strategically covers her breasts and pussy. She rests her arm on the back of the low backrest and spreads her legs apart for you. Her face reveals her feelings of embarrassment as she poses for the camera.

You take another snapshot of Sabrina’s backside, one knee on the chair so that her pert ass became more pronounced. She has her head turned, looking like an innocent doe.

Next you have her kneel on the chair and lean on the backrest so that her boobs hang between her arms. “I need you to smile for this one,” you tell her.

She gives you a weak grin. “No, I’ll need something more lively.” She forces a wide grin. You are reminded why you would rather she do these things willingly. She isn’t enjoying the experience and it is showing.