jukeboxemcsa: Maura found the picture in an old shoebox full of photos, shoved under the bed during

jukeboxemcsa: Maura found the picture in an old shoebox full of photos, shoved under the bed during last year’s move and forgotten. She was sorting through them, idly thinking about getting an album the next time she was at the store and organizing a little bit of the clutter for once, when she saw a photo of herself that she didn’t remember taking. And this particular shot looked like one she should have remembered. It was her, topless and staring vacantly into space, with her arms raised up above her head and off-camera like they were tied to invisible balloons. She didn’t look like she had any particular facial expression; she seemed to be entirely blank, waiting for a feeling to be given to her. Most importantly, Maura had absolutely no idea when or where this photo came from. She turned it over, but all it said on the back was, “Good girl! And again.” She turned the photo back over, racking her brains to try to figure out when she could have been the subject of a topless photo. None of her boyfriends had ever asked her to pose like this; none of them would have had the nerve. The background gave no clues; it could have been anywhere, a hotel room or an apartment or even just the headboard of her bed. And her face gave nothing away. It was the face of a woman with no thoughts at all, nothing but blank, mindless obedience and passive submission. Maura turned the photo over, once again reading the cryptic words. “Good girl. And again.” She flipped the photo back over, setting it on the bed and staring at it intently as if she could somehow will it to speak. She simply could not remember. It seemed impossible; when the photo was taken, she had pulled her shirt up and over her head, removed it and unhooked her bra without even realizing it. Then she had posed with her tits thrust out at the camera for any complete stranger to see, stared at the photographer the whole time she did it…and nothing. Totally blank. Totally mindless. Totally obedient. She let her top fall from her hands onto the floor and turned the photo over one more time to try to figure out if there was any kind of hidden message in those four mysterious words. “Good girl. And again.” She turned the photo over once more, trying to imagine what she must have been feeling in that strange, timeless instant. Had she been blackout drunk? Stoned on cold meds? Hypno…well, not hypnotized, that was absurd. She’d never been hypnotized in her life. But somehow made to forget? She let her hands drift up into the air, trying to recreate the position, hoping that somehow that would jog some memories, but…no. Maura remembered less than ever. She felt just as blank and foggy as the girl in the photo. The only thing that stuck out in her mind was the inscription on the back. “Good girl,” she whispered. “And again.” It felt so nice to pose like this, like a mindless doll waiting to be played with. Maybe that was why she took the photo. She giggled softly to herself. Maybe that was why she made the move to begin with, or why she put the photo in with all the others, or why she got it out and looked at it. Maybe every decision in her life was just part of an elaborate conspiracy to get her to stare blankly…mindlessly…obediently… She sighed, the thought slipping away. It felt so nice to let it go. She heard footsteps behind her, then felt hands wrapping around her body to caress her tits. A voice whispered in her ear. “Good girl. And again.” (Like these captions? Want to see more? Visit www.patreon.com/Jukebox to find out how!) -- source link
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