He floated in the pool, naked, and waited for his phone to chirp with the arrival of her message. The tripod was set up, but he might just be wasting his time. What are the chances that she continues with this naughty game? How many cock pictures does she need or want?
The arrival of her message snapped him out of his daydreaming. He was already smiling at the thought of her being in the same playful mood as him as he reached for his phone.
“Stand by the pool sliding board and send a full body shot.” Her instruction surprised him.
He had sent a few cock pictures before, but now his face would be visible as well. He grabbed a towel as he stepped out of the pool and set up the tripod to face the sliding board. He toyed with her by sending a few pictures of him wearing the towel around his waist. He wanted to make her be more specific with her commands.
Her reply was, “Nice try, but lose the towel.”
He needed another swallow or two of his drink before he went full commando naked. It was one thing to be naked and partially hidden from view in the pool, but now he would be standing up and easily spotted if someone shows up. Like millions of men before him, the alcohol and a chubby cock removed any chance of logical thinking. He snapped a few pictures fully naked and sent them off to her.
He typed, “I need to lose some weight!” and added a smiley face to the message to show he was having fun.
He figured the game had gone about as far as it was going to go and jumped back into the pool. The smile was stuck on his face as he floated and swam naked. He was daydreaming and day-drinking and enjoying semi-retirement quite a bit when his phone chirped again.
“Where’s the boner?” She was really pushing his buttons now!
He thought that he was doing a good enough job just getting naked, but now she wanted boner shots! This was going to be a little tricky. He had to sprout an erection and set the camera shutter on a delay before moving into position by the sliding board.
He needed some encouragement first, so he typed “Are you enjoying this?”
Her reply was “Yes! I’m very wet!”
The thought of her being excited helped his cock grow, but it still took a few tries to coordinate the camera with a pose that didn’t make him look like a total idiot. Finally, a respectable shot was obtained, and he forwarded the message to her. Even though he was tipsy drunk, he really felt the need for another drink. He didn’t even bother with the towel this time as he walked into the house with a shrinking boner. The alcohol in his belly made him more brave than wise. The next message from her brought him back to reality quickly.
“Have you forgotten about the security cameras?”
He had totally forgotten about the house cameras! He used them to keep an eye on the pets, and he figured if the house was robbed, the cameras would be useful to have around. Was she watching him this whole time? She did have an app on her phone to view live shots, and there was a camera monitoring the pool area.
“Oops,” and another smiley face was all he could think of to send in his reply.
“Go into the bedroom and wait.” Her message shocked him a little, but at least the only camera in there was aimed at the cat food bowl.
He didn’t even get a chance to reply to her before she raised the stakes in this game by typing, “Aim the pet camera at the bed.”
He fumbled around with the pet camera for a while, but he got the camera set up. He then checked the angle of the shot with his own phone app until the bed was in complete view. The alcohol helped him feel comfortable enough to lie on the bed and relax. He assumed she was watching as he made funny faces and screwed around while sipping his drink. Her next message snapped the smile from his face.
“Play with your cock. Make it hard for me.”
“Haven’t I already done that?” Was his reply back to her.
He was being a little bratty on purpose. He was setting her up to issue more commands to him, but he was already playing casually with his cock and balls when her message arrived.
“Make it hard and stroke it.”
He was drifting in a sea of alcohol now, head back and relaxed, thinking naughty thoughts and dry stroking his now-growing cock. She sent the next command for him to obey.
“Use lube, but don’t cum!”
He grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer and continued to stroke his cock for a while. He was playing it up a little for the camera now, stroking and shaking his cock in a somewhat humorous manner.
“Get your toy bag out of the closet and spread all the toys out on the bed.”
He wasn’t smiling now. This was getting serious. Even though she knew that he was kinky, she had shown absolutely no interest in his toy bag before. He had even brought the bag along on their first vacation together, thinking he might get lucky enough to introduce her to BDSM, but the moment never seemed right.
He had to dry his fingers a little to type, “Really?” He attached an emoji with eyes wide open to the message and sent it off to her.
Her simple reply of, “Really,” made him smile at the camera and wink, but he had butterflies in his stomach.
He toyed with her by continuing to stroke and squirm on the bed. He wanted her to feel the power by making her send more commands. Sometimes he would stop stroking and sip his drink while he smirked at the camera and shook his cock.
“GET THE TOY BAG!” She was texting in all caps now with no smiley face.
He played hard to get and typed, “I’m not sure if I can find it.”
It was a lame excuse. He knew exactly where the toy bag was, but he had almost given up on using them. The toys were a collection of sex store items he had either ordered online or purchased directly when he was in a horny mood. Most of the toys were unused; they were a frustrating collection of fake dicks, ball gags, ring gags, and leather straps. He had condoms and latex gloves, along with a random selection of things that he always fantasized he might like to use with a willing kinky partner. He wondered if she had explored the closet and peeked in the bag, or maybe he had awakened her inner dominant with the sexting game. He brought the bag to the bed and began pulling out toys.
After a few minutes, she texted him, “Put the ring gag in your mouth and continue stroking your cock.”
He had used the ring gag on a random fuck date long ago, but he had never had it in his own mouth. It was a little awkward fastening it on, but he managed to get it buckled. He was breathing through his wide-open mouth as drool collected but swallowing was difficult. He learned quickly not to tilt his head down as spittle would run out of his mouth.
What else would she demand of him?
To be continued…
