My legs shook as I opened the closet and took out the Polaroid camera.My legs shook as I opened the closet and took out the Polaroid camera. I set it up on the bureau, set the automatic timer, and took a picture of myself sitting on the edge of my bed. My hands were shaking as I set the camera again and this time laid on my back with my legs up and asscheeks spread wide. My face was framed between the vee of my legs. I watched the first two pictures develop. I used my middle finger to lightly stroke the underside of my penis to keep myself trembling in arousal as the images formed before me. I was disgusted with myself as I saw how obscene they were. In a frenzy I continued posing for more and more photographs, trying to outdo myself for indecency in each successive photo. After two packages of film I was breathing heavily, wanting to cum badly but still teasing myself. I was pretending that Mistress Donna was there and ordering me to torture myself. I took the sixteen photographs and stuffed them in a manila envelope. I re-read the letter I had written, then signed it and added my address, home phone number, and work number. I included it in the envelope, sealed it, and wrote Mistress Donna's address on the front. I wasn't sure what the postage would be, probably around fifty cents, so I took all of my stamps and put over $5 on the envelope, just to make absolutely certain there would be enough. I knew that if I waited till the morning to go to the Post Office I'd chicken out. |