She’d gone too far to back away now—both of us knew she had, and it was only a matter of time before she would do anything asked of her, because that was what she wanted. Whatever she expected when she came to my apartment tonight, I doubt she thought she would be put in such a compromising position this early in the night—or that she would be willingly doing it, just to feed that intense buzz that was flowing through her body.<br/><br/>The shaking of her body was in full evidence as I watched her walk over to take the marker, before moving to the mirror to begin the arduous task of writing on her body. What she actually ended up writing didn’t matter as much to me, as it did to her—it could have just been her name, for all I care. The point wasn’t what she wrote, but rather that she was giving away the key to herself by writing it, and broadcasting it for all to see.<br/><br/>She was writing who she was.<br/><br/>Watching her turn slowly towards me, I didn’t look down at her crude penmanship as she announced what she had written, instead I met her full in the eyes, so I could read the shame and lust there.<br/><br/><strong>“Three Holes, of course,” </strong>I smiled knowingly, drawing out each of the words for maximum effect.<strong>“Just three holes and a pair of tits, what else could you be deep down? No wonder you were so willing to be fucked in the toilets like a whore at a glory hole. Now, hold that position for a moment, would you?”</strong><br/><br/>Raising the camera phone again, I took several pictures of her in her current state of naked bondage; clearly soaked in excitement, and wearing the least complimentary temporary tattoo in history. Satisfied, I picked up the paper with the telephone numbers and selected another three numbers whilst explaining what I was doing.<br/><br/><strong>“As you know, you were kind enough to send a video of yourself, with a rather interesting invitation, to three numbers on this list that I told you that you may be meeting tonight,”</strong>I told her with an amused smile.<strong>“I’m now sending these beautiful pictures, complete with your new ‘tattoo’ to three other people on the list, so that we can set up one of your tasks tonight.”</strong><br/><br/>Pressing send, I rose from my chair and swayed softly over to her, so that I could feel her body heat as I whispered the rest.<br/><br/><strong>“You see, those three people have very clear instructions when we meet, depending on if certain conditions are met. These conditions are intrinsic on whether you are successful in your tasks when you face them—success and their actions will provide pleasure, failure and their actions will…be rather embarrassing.”</strong><br/><br/>Letting that sink in a moment, I traced a nail along her body, knowing I was about to present her with a rather difficult, but ultimately pleasurable errand.<br/><br/><strong>“In the course of tonight, you are expected to keep your eyes and ears out in order to identify which of the people you meet are the three that have just received your picture. Once you are sure you have identified them, you will signify this by getting to your feet, and raising your skirt all the way up so that they can see the writing. Get it wrong, and not only will it be rather embarrassing all around, but you would be required to offer them to do one thing they wanted in recompense for…well…flashing them in public. Fun game, yes?”</strong><br/>