A whore is born

The disgust washed over my naked body like a warm rush as I realized I was being stood up. I waited all day and scrubbed my skin till it hurt to prepare. He said come clean and come nude. I was ready and naked. What’s worse is I was turned on by the preparation and even the waiting. I was resigned to go to bed a simple little whore. And then I heard from him. It’s time. I cannot believe I have agreed to be inspected. By a man I know nothing about, no less. I’m naked, red, and warm with shame.
He directs me to the first pose.

The silence is deafening. “You may have misunderstood my expectations.” I am shaking with shame.

He details every mistake I made. One’s I should easily have noticed. I adjust my body, pop out my butt, point my toes, and take great attention to the placement of my hands. I try several times to ensure I get it right. With every photo submission he provides feedback and the reaction is visceral on every body part he mentions.

We move through several poses and I continue to grow more and more aroused. Part of the inspection requires me to detail the sensations in my body. I make him aware I am increasingly wet. He is intrigued by this information.

He directs me to insert two fingers and show him my wetness level. He is pleased. And the shame has melted to pleasure.