Snap pictures of your state

The cold light of the smartphone's flash jolted you back to reality as Tracey began snapping pictures of your **** state. Each click of the camera heightened your sense of exposure, with you bound and at their mercy.

"Look at the camera," Tracey cooed, her voice dripping with mischief.

You tried to turn away, but Claire intervened, tilting your face back towards the lens. Her fingers, cold and assertive, held your chin firm, ensuring every humiliating shot captured your defeated expression.

"Oh, these are going to make such a lovely memory," Eve teased from the side, her laughter echoing in your ears.

Tracey shifted, getting different angles, capturing the contrast of your powerful physique juxtaposed with your current submissive posture. She zoomed in on the marks and impressions left by their previous play, ensuring no detail was left undocumented.

"You're quite the model," Claire whispered in your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "Who knew the mighty boxer would make such a delightful subject?"

With each photo, you could feel your resistance waning further. The women had you right where they wanted you, and the weight of that realization bore down on you, even as part of you relished the attention and the sensation of being so utterly owned.