“Please… you can’t post them online… it will ruin me…” she begged as she sat there squatting with my cum all over her face and running down her body.
“Should have thought of that earlier…” I replied coldly as I switched over to her social media on her phone and started uploading the images I’d just taken.
Honestly, I usually wasn’t so vindictive, but she’d just rubbed me the wrong way when she’d butted in line in front of me at the cafe, and the look of absolute destain on her face when I called her out on it… well, I don’t know, it just bugged me.
Getting into her head was easy enough, it wasn’t like she had any training to resist me or any natural psionic abilities like I did, so she was following along behind me when we left the cafe and headed to the mall.
Her stylish long dress just wouldn’t do for what I had in mind. Instead we dropped over to a few of the trashier stores in the mall and picked up the “spoiled” shirt she was still wearing, along with the tiny pink and black skirt that was discarded on the floor and the towering pink heels that sat beside the skirt. The little pink scrunchy had been in her hair until while we were out, but I’d decided early on that I preferred her hair down.
I finished up posting the images and then walked over to her, tossing her phone down onto the couch, and looked down on her.
“Here’s the deal.” I said matter of factly, “From now on, whenever you do something self centered, narcissistic, or just general unkind to someone else, you’ll have the unstoppable urge to put on this outfit, headout in public and find someone you think needs a good fucking. When you’re done fucking them, you’ll ask them to take photos just like this one and then post them to your socials.”
“Please… I just cut in line… I don’t deserve this…” she whined.
I shook my head from side to side, “Careful… that sounds a little narcissistic to me…” I replied with a wicked grin.
She clapped her mouth shut as her eyes went wide.
“That’s better.” I said and then stepped away, walking to the door of her apartment.
I paused for a moment and turned back to her, “Oh, I added my number to your phone, make sure to send me a message with the details of what you did and the photos afterwards.”
Then I left her sitting there, whimpering, as I closed the door behind me.
I wonder if she’ll be smart enough to figure out the loophole… after all, I said she had to post them, not that she couldn’t delete them.
A smile crossed my lips as I walked down the hallway and made a note on my own phone to check her social media in a few days.
