If only he'd had a camera that worked... That was one of the few thoughts that was going through his mind right now as he stepped through town, blushing deeply and trying not to be noticed. The other thought was how in the world he was going to find a photo booth that was concealed enough in the middle of the day...

This wasn't his normal routine, that was to be sure, but She had made a request of him; to perform for Her pleasure while She was out of town. She had wanted a photograph - a simple request really, but one that had swiftly become complicated. He had ventured to find one, only to discover that it was refusing to turn on and that his webcam had gone missing. She had been most disappointed.

It was then that She sent the Request; "In which case, a photo booth will have to suffice, dear."

He'd stared at the message for a few moments, his cheeks stained red with a dark blush at the thought of venturing out in public and - as She had directed - pose for a very specific photograph, in a very specific manner. She had already sent the gifts She had wanted him to make use of before, so it was a simple matter of taking the photograph for Her.

Of course, refusing would have been unthinkable so he agreed. Despite his embarrassment and how afraid he was of someone finding out, he didn't want to disappoint Her further, and so he found himself making sure Her gifts were ready and taking them with him to town...



The middle of town was packed with pedestrians at this time of day. He suspected that She had specifically requested this time as a playful torment for him. She knew how shy he was, and She quite adored it really, finding it rather endearing; though that didn't stop Her from making sure he was made to blush at every opportunity for Her amusement. She knew full well he would not deny Her that pleasure.

He swallowed a lump in his throat as he finally found a place with a private photo booth, normally used by couples and for novelty purposes, but he gathered it wouldn't be used for such specific purposes as he had in mind. He stepped inside, and closed the door behind him, blushing deeply and brushing some loose strands of deep brown hair from his eyes. Taking a moment to calm his nerves, he placed the coins in the slot. Just one picture, She had asked for, mercifully. All he had to do was make sure nobody else saw what he was about to do.

Slowly, with a very deep blush, he took his long hair out of the loose ponytail, and let it spill down his shoulders, just the way She liked, took out a small hand mirror from his satchel and some makeup, before starting to apply it as She had taught him; a little lipstick, and some soft foundation and blusher, with a little eyeliner to finish. He'd been certain to wax his body hair off, and shave fully before coming out, but he was still surprised to find out how girlish the makeup made him look. Blushing darkly, he then began to strip out of the loose fitting t-shirt and jeans he wore, removing his socks last. He then dressed in two of Her other gifts; a beautiful, satiny and lace trimmed pair of frilled panties and a matching babydoll lingerie top, perfectly fitted to his measurements, which he had been wearing under his clothes the whole time.

His cock was still very much erect, as it had been the whole trip, imagining taking this very picture, and feeling the silk rub against his body. Just like She had requested, he had made sure to shave around his cock and balls, so his skin was nice and smooth all over. He admired himself timidly in the mirror a little while, before taking out the final part of this Request; a thick, purple, translucent dildo, at least eight inches long, and more than a mouthful for his pretty painted lips.

"On your hands and knees, with the toy in your mouth, nice and deep, in that pretty lingerie I sent you, pet. I want a photo of that", She had asked. It was a Request in name only. He knew deep down it was an Order, not to be disobeyed, but the illusion of choice in the matter was nice, regardless.

A noise outside the door startled him, making him almost cry out in fright, as someone bumped the door without meaning to. For a moment, he stood there in silence, heart pounding in his chest, eyes wide... but when no further noise came, he relaxed, breathing out slowly with a little whimper of relief. His cock ached even more now, a little bead of precum having dampened the front of the panties...

Shivering lightly in the slight chill, he moved to his hands and knees in full view of the camera which he angled down to be in the right position with the buttons on the console. Sat there, he brought the toy to his lips, shivering in anticipation. Eyes half-lidded, he brought it to his lips, giving a soft, very muted little moan of pleasure around it as he slid it into his mouth slowly, tongue lapping around the false cock just like She had taught him. He imagined someone holding his head and gently pushing him down onto their shaft, making him take it slowly and deeply...

His heart leapt to his throat as he heard the first loud click of the first picture being taken, pushing the toy deeper, his eyes closing as a muffled whimper left his lips... The second photo snapped just a second or two later... As he inched it deeper, suckling upon the toy, he trembled in bliss, his cock aching and pulsing in desire, begging to be touched, but he had been told by Her to keep that nice tight cock-ring on and only play with himself when She ordered it; despite his urges he made no motion to pleasure himself. The third picture was taken, with the toy almost at the back of his throat, and he had but seconds to complete the request... Bracing himself, he relaxed his throat, and arched his head back, pushing the toy further in, making a lewd gagging noise around it, his eyes rolling back in his head as he deep-throated the toy, just like She had wanted.

The seconds went by so slowly, his throat gulping reflexively around the shaft of that toy buried deep inside it, his body tingling, and his body writhing as he fought his own gag-reflex, trying not to make any noise. By now though, he had all but forgotten the rest of the world, his thoughts on Her, and how much pleasure this would bring Her to see, Her words of praise, and the reward She would bestow upon him.

Even as he felt his body cry for air, he kept the toy buried nice and deep, the world seeming in slow motion, thoughts racing. He imagined Her bringing one of Her beautiful feet up, clad in those high heeled, latex thigh high boots She loved, and letting him slide it off Her leg, so he could service Her dainty toes with his lips. He imagined Her caressing his unworthy body and filling his rear with Her nice thick strap on, letting him suck on Her delicate, long fingers and making him beg Her for more.

Almost too soon, he heard the final click of the camera, and he was brought back to reality, blushing hard, as he pulled the toy free, burying his head into his discarded t-shirt, using it to muffle his gasps for breath and the whimpering moans he made. His mind raced with lustful need, and his body ached to be fucked right now. Part of him was so lost in the pleasure he'd gained from submitting himself to such a lewd act in public that he found himself almost wishing someone would come in, just so they would see him and use him for their pleasure like the slutty girl he was dressed as.

Collecting his thoughts, blushing in utter shame at his own perverse thoughts, he quickly packed up the saliva soaked dildo, and pulled his clothing back on as quick as he could, the booth speaking to him in a robotic female voice, asking him if he'd like to keep the pictures. Taking a moment to steady his breath and calm his pounding heart, he pressed the "Ok" button with a trembling hand. He almost stepped out of the booth before he remembered the makeup, giving a startled squeak as someone almost saw. Quickly he grabbed the bottle of makeup remover, some cotton wool pads, the mirror, and some moist cleansing wipes, and worked desperately to remove the makeup before the photographs were completed.

He could hear the machine whirring and developing the pictures within the booth's inner workings, and it was only a matter of time before they'd be developed. He could hear people outside murmuring about what could be taking the young man so long inside. He had barely seconds to spare as he finished cleaning his face from the makeup, and he quickly stuffed the items back in his satchel. Scrambling out, he was just in time to see the photographs drop into the slot, and snatched them up, hiding them against his body as he made a run for the door, apologizing profusely under his breath, his cheeks and ears burning brightly with embarrassment.



Outside the air was cool, and nobody seemed to realize what was going on. He quickly made his way from the area, shivering in embarrassment and more than a little fear at the thought of someone having seen him posing so sexually in public. Finally though, he found a public bathroom, and locked himself in a stall, clutching himself and trying to calm himself down. It wasn't so much his nerves that were causing him such concern though... It was the almost painful erection he had, pressed against those gorgeous silken panties which were rubbing so wonderfully against his need that he was more worried about. He'd been so turned on by this act, and a shy smile graced his lips as he thought about how much She'd be pleased with him.

Just then, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, and a memory flashed through his head of a previous Request She had made when he had displeased Her previously; walking about in town with Her, while She had a wireless remote for the discreet but powerful vibrator that was filling his rear. She had switched it on at various points when people were nearby, just to see him squirm and try and stifle his moans of ecstasy before they left his mouth, and to watch him blush and struggle to walk. 

Giving a little whimpering moan of pleasure at the memory, he squirmed in need, and fished out his phone, panting softly, looking at the text message. It was from Her. It simply said "It's time. Have you done what I asked, Pet?"

He smiled, blushing still, and typed in a reply. "I have, dear Mistress. I will scan the photos for you when I arrive home. I hope they will please you."

Hitting send, he took a deep breath, steadied his nerves, and stepped out to catch a ride home on a bus, smiling to himself despite his blush. He could only hope She would be pleased, but the fact that he had completed Her Request made him feel such joy. As he sat down on the bus, he felt his phone go off again, and he read the new text message.

"Well done, my pet. I look forward to seeing them. If they are good, you may pleasure yourself tonight." He felt his heart lift as he read the message, giving a soft little gasp of surprise. Fingers trembling, he texted back.
"Thank you, Mistress. You are too kind." 

And he meant it. He adored being her pet, and even her punishments were a reward. She knew how to bring out his hidden desires so well, and he was glad to be able to serve Her...