ditzy-dolls:This is a bad idea, Courtney thought, but that didn’t seem to stop her. She undi
ditzy-dolls: This is a bad idea, Courtney thought, but that didn’t seem to stop her. She undid a couple more buttons and snapped another picture. Why am I doing this, exactly? It was hard to say. She’d just been sitting down, browsing the internet, when suddenly the urge to take a selfie struck her. She trotted to the bathroom and snapped away. What was strange - well, stranger - was that she didn’t stop there. She started to undress. This isn’t like me. Sure, she liked showing off a bit from time to time. She was young and hot and fun. Who could blame her? But she also had responsibilities. She’d been born with superpowers, and it was only right that she use them for the good of society. And that meant having discipline, and knowing when it was okay to let her hair down, and when it wasn’t. And this was rapidly approaching “wasn’t”. I need to stop now. But she didn’t. She peeled off her blouse, exposing her signature costume. She tossed her hair, gave a flirty smile, and took another photo. Something’s very wrong here. You’d never know it to look at her, though. She looked like she was having the time of her life, grinning and pouting at the mirror, playing with the waistband of her skirt. This was very bad. She’d kept her secret identity under wraps for years. She couldn’t blow it now - not like this! I can’t stop, Courtney thought with a chill. She held the stem of her glasses between her lips, thrusting out her chest, and took another photo. She flipped her skirt up and was shocked to discover her pussy was wet. She pushed her panties aside and gasped as she slipped a finger inside herself. She snapped another picture, capturing the moment. I’m not in control of myself. She thought back on the confrontations she’d had recently. Who did this to her? How? It could’ve been any of a dozen supervillains. She wasn’t even clear what was happening, exactly, other than this bizarre compulsion to take naughty photos of herself. That’s… maybe not so bad, she told herself. She snapped more pictures, over and over - stripping, masturbating, cumming. It was humiliating and frightening, but she couldn’t pretend the orgasm wasn’t nice. As she cleaned herself off, Courtney felt a bit of relief - maybe it was over? Just one more thing to do. That thought froze her, as her body acted on its own again. She began uploading the photos to the internet, smiling dazedly as she did. Oh god, no, stop it! But she couldn’t stop. She made a gallery of the photos, then wrote a caption. Her blood ran cold as she typed, but her thumbs had a mind of their own. Hi boys! it’s me, Power Damsel. My real name’s Courtney Halliwell, and I’d loooove to meet you. I’m sure you can find me! ;) When you do, just say “Silly little super slut”. That’s my trigger, y’know? It’ll make me SUPER happy to do whatever you say! Hope to see you soon. I’ve got to erase that. Instead, she copied the link and began spreading it around. She emailed it to her entire contact list, then started posting it at random anywhere she could find on the internet. Then she sat down on the couch, a smile plastered on her face, and waited patiently for her first visitor to show up. ——————– This was a submission from chasingtherabb1t. Tumblr was providing unnecessary challenges and didn’t seem to want to let me caption it. So I just reposted it myself. Anyways, thanks for the submission - it’s a great picture and I had some fun with it. Hope you enjoyed the results. Remember - submissions are fun. All the cool kids are doing it. You should too. -- source link
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