Well, I said, what are the next steps? And she said that her guy wanted to talk to me and that he could guide me as to how to help her more.
Now I don’t know about therapy and all that stuff, but this guy sounded pretty smart, and so I said sure, I’d talk to him. I mean if Elle respected somebody about something like this, he was sure to be very good, because she was so demanding.
She said good and said Ok, well your appointment is right now. And then she led me into her locked, private home office (where I am not allowed) and then over to her personal home computer (which I am never to touch) and skyped this guy into her computer and left me with him.
I talked with this guy for about three hours. And boy oh boy did he know about sex. And he explained a lot of things to me.
I’ve already gone on too long here, so I’ll just say he helped me get a clear idea of what I wanted to do, of what Elle needed me to do, and then he taught me how I should go about it, and so then I just went and did it.
And what I did earlier tonight was this: I told Elle to please come back into her office. I told her to go get the camera, the tripod and some lights and take all her clothes off. I told her I wanted a photograph from her of her completely naked, so I could look at her completely naked whenever I wanted to.
I told her she had been selfish with her cunt and asshole. I needed to see them. I mean, I had basically never had a good look at them. She was to show them to me whenever I asked. Plus, right now, I wanted a perfect picture of her cunt and asshole.
She seemed kind of stubborn, muttering that this wasn't what she wanted, and we faced off a bit; but then (surprisingly) Elle stalked off and got the camera and handed it to me.
I said No, Elle. You don’t understand. I am too busy to take this picture. You will take this photograph yourself for me. And do it well, will you, with your usual perfectionism.
I was very calm and commanding. I told her to listen very carefully: I required at least one picture that showed a) her spread open cheeks and her exposed asshole b) her complete cunt including her clit, and c) a good view of her big old tits hanging down, with nipples visible. Like a cow's tits. I told her I needed everything in a single picture. I said the words again: tits, nipples, cheeks spread, asshole, cunt, clit.
I told her she was a beautiful woman and that there would be no more shyness about these things in my house. I would be deciding her modesty limits. Now, once again: I wanted a very high res clinically-detailed picture that showed all of her relevant features in one frame. I said that she should get to work on it right away. Spread cheeks, tits out, and cunt utterly visible.
She said she didn’t know how to work the camera, how to set the timer and exposure, and, and, and.
I said Elle, you will figure this matter out and expeditiously get me a professional grade photograph, with plenty of light, exposing everything I wanted to see. I said it was high time someone fully enjoyed examining her asshole, her cunt and her tits. In detail. That she should get started because it would probably take a while. Plus it might be kind of complicated to strike a pose that met my exact requirements, while also getting the light, timing and modeling exactly right.
I had never even said the word asshole or cunt to Elle. Or ever mentioned her clit.
I also told her that I might want to show it around a bit, especially if she didn't get right on it. Plus, I thought it was so stupid of her to hide her assets when they could be giving me – and others - pleasure. I explained that part of her job in life was to show her tits, asshole and cunt properly to me when I wanted to scrutinize them. I reiterated that I might well be showing her tits and cunt and asshole around to a few others, looking at my watch. If her cunt, asshole and tits were pleasing enough, that is, and not embrassing to me. Lots of men and probably some women would enjoy looking at, say, her asshole, I explained. She would have to figure out how to display it to maximum effect, along with her cunt and big tits.
I asked her if she understood what I required. She said, yes, you want a naked picture of me.
I said No. Jesus Christ, Elle. Tell me now exactly what I require.
She said you want to see my butt and my pussy and my boobs in one photograph.
I said Elle. That is not what I want. Tell me exactly what I want and exactly what you will deliver and let's have no further bullshit about it.
She was blushing deeply now and her neck was flushed red and her face was blotchy. This flushing was what happened to her when she had really strong feelings. In fifteen years, I had never spoken to her like this. No one had ever spoken to her like this.
She looked down. Elle had never, ever, not once, used any profanity. Now she paused a long time. Then, looking up, eyes blazing, she said, you want my ass-cheeks spread and a clear picture of my fully exposed asshole.
And? I asked.
You want to see my entire cunt, including my clit. And you want to see my big tits, too.
How do I want to see your big tits, Elle?
Hanging down like a cow's, she said. That’s right, Elle. You were acting dumb and withholding from me, weren’t you? That was a mistake.
Whatever, she said.
So then I leaned forward toward her and stared hard at her and I suggested that maybe some of her lawyer colleagues would enjoy having a look at my photograph. She looked up at me, eyes flashing. You wouldn’t! she blurted.
You know what, Elle? I just might. Moreover, I bet those guys you torment all day every day would absolutely love to have me tell you to bend over, hike up your lawyer suit dress, pull down your lawyer pantyhose, and spread your big fat lawyer ass cheeks so they can examine your asshole. I'll bet they they would even like to sniff your asshole. And take turns puting their fingers in it, sliding them in and out, finger fucking your asshole. We would have to see about that.
My God, I thought, this was great! I had never, ever, said such things, not even close. She was really embarrassed, even humiliated at what I was saying.
The she said, OK, but first one thing. I have to shave my pussy hair first. It’s not fashionable to have so much pussy hair. I should shave it.
Shave your what again, Elle? I asked.
My cunt hair, said Elle, clenching her jaw and looking away.
Elle, no, you may not shave your shave your cunt hair. I know your cunt looks way out of style. And I know you absolutely hate to be out of style. And I know that you would be humiliated to have your old-fashioned hairy cunt seen by anyone, but you know what, Elle? You always thought it was good enough to have a completely out of style cunt before now, so it will just have to do for the time being. Eventually, you will earn enough of my respect that I will let you have a more fashionable cunt. But not yet, not now. You way too hairy cunt will be immortalized. And I may have to show it around some.
See part three
Now I don’t know about therapy and all that stuff, but this guy sounded pretty smart, and so I said sure, I’d talk to him. I mean if Elle respected somebody about something like this, he was sure to be very good, because she was so demanding.
She said good and said Ok, well your appointment is right now. And then she led me into her locked, private home office (where I am not allowed) and then over to her personal home computer (which I am never to touch) and skyped this guy into her computer and left me with him.
I talked with this guy for about three hours. And boy oh boy did he know about sex. And he explained a lot of things to me.
I’ve already gone on too long here, so I’ll just say he helped me get a clear idea of what I wanted to do, of what Elle needed me to do, and then he taught me how I should go about it, and so then I just went and did it.
And what I did earlier tonight was this: I told Elle to please come back into her office. I told her to go get the camera, the tripod and some lights and take all her clothes off. I told her I wanted a photograph from her of her completely naked, so I could look at her completely naked whenever I wanted to.
I told her she had been selfish with her cunt and asshole. I needed to see them. I mean, I had basically never had a good look at them. She was to show them to me whenever I asked. Plus, right now, I wanted a perfect picture of her cunt and asshole.
She seemed kind of stubborn, muttering that this wasn't what she wanted, and we faced off a bit; but then (surprisingly) Elle stalked off and got the camera and handed it to me.
I said No, Elle. You don’t understand. I am too busy to take this picture. You will take this photograph yourself for me. And do it well, will you, with your usual perfectionism.
I was very calm and commanding. I told her to listen very carefully: I required at least one picture that showed a) her spread open cheeks and her exposed asshole b) her complete cunt including her clit, and c) a good view of her big old tits hanging down, with nipples visible. Like a cow's tits. I told her I needed everything in a single picture. I said the words again: tits, nipples, cheeks spread, asshole, cunt, clit.
I told her she was a beautiful woman and that there would be no more shyness about these things in my house. I would be deciding her modesty limits. Now, once again: I wanted a very high res clinically-detailed picture that showed all of her relevant features in one frame. I said that she should get to work on it right away. Spread cheeks, tits out, and cunt utterly visible.
She said she didn’t know how to work the camera, how to set the timer and exposure, and, and, and.
I said Elle, you will figure this matter out and expeditiously get me a professional grade photograph, with plenty of light, exposing everything I wanted to see. I said it was high time someone fully enjoyed examining her asshole, her cunt and her tits. In detail. That she should get started because it would probably take a while. Plus it might be kind of complicated to strike a pose that met my exact requirements, while also getting the light, timing and modeling exactly right.
I had never even said the word asshole or cunt to Elle. Or ever mentioned her clit.
I also told her that I might want to show it around a bit, especially if she didn't get right on it. Plus, I thought it was so stupid of her to hide her assets when they could be giving me – and others - pleasure. I explained that part of her job in life was to show her tits, asshole and cunt properly to me when I wanted to scrutinize them. I reiterated that I might well be showing her tits and cunt and asshole around to a few others, looking at my watch. If her cunt, asshole and tits were pleasing enough, that is, and not embrassing to me. Lots of men and probably some women would enjoy looking at, say, her asshole, I explained. She would have to figure out how to display it to maximum effect, along with her cunt and big tits.
I asked her if she understood what I required. She said, yes, you want a naked picture of me.
I said No. Jesus Christ, Elle. Tell me now exactly what I require.
She said you want to see my butt and my pussy and my boobs in one photograph.
I said Elle. That is not what I want. Tell me exactly what I want and exactly what you will deliver and let's have no further bullshit about it.
She was blushing deeply now and her neck was flushed red and her face was blotchy. This flushing was what happened to her when she had really strong feelings. In fifteen years, I had never spoken to her like this. No one had ever spoken to her like this.
She looked down. Elle had never, ever, not once, used any profanity. Now she paused a long time. Then, looking up, eyes blazing, she said, you want my ass-cheeks spread and a clear picture of my fully exposed asshole.
And? I asked.
You want to see my entire cunt, including my clit. And you want to see my big tits, too.
How do I want to see your big tits, Elle?
Hanging down like a cow's, she said. That’s right, Elle. You were acting dumb and withholding from me, weren’t you? That was a mistake.
Whatever, she said.
So then I leaned forward toward her and stared hard at her and I suggested that maybe some of her lawyer colleagues would enjoy having a look at my photograph. She looked up at me, eyes flashing. You wouldn’t! she blurted.
You know what, Elle? I just might. Moreover, I bet those guys you torment all day every day would absolutely love to have me tell you to bend over, hike up your lawyer suit dress, pull down your lawyer pantyhose, and spread your big fat lawyer ass cheeks so they can examine your asshole. I'll bet they they would even like to sniff your asshole. And take turns puting their fingers in it, sliding them in and out, finger fucking your asshole. We would have to see about that.
My God, I thought, this was great! I had never, ever, said such things, not even close. She was really embarrassed, even humiliated at what I was saying.
The she said, OK, but first one thing. I have to shave my pussy hair first. It’s not fashionable to have so much pussy hair. I should shave it.
Shave your what again, Elle? I asked.
My cunt hair, said Elle, clenching her jaw and looking away.
Elle, no, you may not shave your shave your cunt hair. I know your cunt looks way out of style. And I know you absolutely hate to be out of style. And I know that you would be humiliated to have your old-fashioned hairy cunt seen by anyone, but you know what, Elle? You always thought it was good enough to have a completely out of style cunt before now, so it will just have to do for the time being. Eventually, you will earn enough of my respect that I will let you have a more fashionable cunt. But not yet, not now. You way too hairy cunt will be immortalized. And I may have to show it around some.
See part three
