Follow her instructions

Cursing the stranger I decided that for the moment it was best to play along. I pulled down my pants and unbuttoned my shirt. I imagined the older woman this morning looking at my picture with her mobile phone with a cruel smile. Maybe the gothic redhead would masturbate to the photo. Or maybe the group of girls gathered in another bar would laugh at the picture and high-five for the joke. For some reason, thinking about it made my cock grow to the limits that the device allowed it.

"Shit."

I turned on the webcam and lowered it until I found an angle where I couldn't see my face before taking the picture. And I got in quick to take a cold shower. Then I sent the e-mail to the address she had used. Here's the picture, jerk. I dared to write as subject. I decided to associate the email with my mobile phone to go to bed. And try to sleep.

The next morning, the next morning, the next mail woke me up:

From: [email protected]

Para:[email protected]

Subject: Very rude.

Dear Jon:

I didn't like the tone of your message and I found it disrespectful that you responded to me in those ways. It's not going to happen again if you want to free your crotch someday. The anger and lack of manners towards me isn't going to get you anywhere. Obedience, even if it sounds Orwellian, is what will set you free. Women like to be treated like queens and I think that since I have the opportunity I must change that toxic attitude of yours. You'll thank me for it. We'll start by changing the way you mean me. From now on you're going to call me My Queen in all your e-mails.

On the other hand I see that you have followed my instructions and I like that. That's the only reason I won't delay our meeting despite your bad manners. As for the photography itself, I must tell you that I am surprised that a man with a physique like yours doesn't shave his hair. Yes, you're not very hirsute (hairy, if your vocabulary isn't too bad), but I'd be much happier to see you with your body completely shaved. That's your next assignment. Wax you from the neck down and take another picture. And since I'm your queen this time, I want you to show me a paper sheet apologize.

Your Queen who appreciates you.

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I almost fell off my chair. Who did she think you were? I considered answering in anger. But I had to go to work. It wasn't easy because every time I saw a client I couldn't help but wonder if it would be her. It even crossed my mind, she could be my boss. After all, she had given me the note. I did my job as best I could. When i came back home I bought men's depilatory cream with some kind of plastic spatula.

"Hey, you're Jon, right?" said a voice behind me. That was the woman from the bar I saw yesterday. "I didn't know you lived around here."

She was probably in her first half of her forties, she was tall (1'78), confident and attractive with her hair tucked up in a low bow tie with a tweezer. His red lips sprouted an all-white smile.

"Yeah, I think I know you," I said surprised, "from the bar, right?" You didn't come today."

"Yes, I'm Sandra, I'm sorry I didn't stop by, honey, but I had to take care of a patient who didn't break the rules," she replied, keeping her eyes on me without losing her smile. To quit smoking and stuff," he winked at me without losing his smile, "I'd give you a card, but right now you'll catch me in my walking clothes." If those were his walking clothes I was wearing loincloths. She was wearing a lemon dress that looked like it was taken from a 1950s movie and matching long heels.

I ran out of the grocery store wondering if it was her.

When I got home I got into the shower with hot water and started to give myself the cream all over my body and I was surprised at the change in my body to get rid of all the hair. The truth is, it was a nice change that he might have kept. Now came the humiliation. I took a white paper and wrote with a permanent marker in large letters.

I OFFENDED MY QUEEN BY CALLING HER A JERK AND I ONLY GOT TO HUMILIATE MYSELF MORE.

I sent the email and by half an hour I had the next one.

From: [email protected]

Para:[email protected]

Subject: My good boy deserves a prize.

You've been good by obeying my last message 100%. You'd be cuter if you'd shaved your penis too, but that was out of your hands. You know what we women like? Let them tell us nice things. Not to be complimented as if we were meat for sale, but to be given honest compliments. They don't have to be physical, every woman likes to be recognized as intelligent, sweet, sensitive.... It would make me happy, very happy if from now on, before calling me queen, you try to put an adjective in front of it. That would make me smile.

I can tell you want to be on my list of good guys, so I thought of something. You see, I'm lonely and bored at home and I'd like you to entertain me. This is not mandatory. I understand that you may have other things to do, but I would be so excited to see how frustrated I can get you with only two days in chastity that I am still able to move our appointment forward two days if you please me. But first your reward, you have shown me your body and I will show you some of mine. Though in the short term I may enjoy it better than you. It's a rather old picture I had taken on a field trip.

If you are interested click on this url and create an account with your email address. Let your name be BBJON so I can find you. Open an open-cam conversation so I can see you as we speak. Consider it a form of sexting, I suppose. Of course, if you don't live alone, or if you are busy, you don't have any obligation to do so. It's just a proposal.

Your beloved Queen.

Adjunted img: https://ci.phncdn.com/pics/albums/000/065/477/531571/(m=e-yaaGqaa)(mh=p6A8Kcxas6xojyLq)original_531571.jpg

There was also the URL of a webpage of free cam chats.