• Title: Seven Camera Flashes
• Premise: Each photo taken makes an insufferable woman nicer
• Tags: [1 Male, 1 Female] [Embarrassed Nude Female] [Clothed Male, Nude Female] [Exhibitionism] [Streaking] [Female Masturbation] [Mind Control] [Personality Change] [Blowjob] [Penis in vagina] [Unprotected Sex] [Satire] [Male Dominant, Female Submissive] [First Person Perspective] [Female POV]
• Note: Literotica entry coming soon

I am at my own seat at my favourite cafe finishing up my cup of coffee, scrolling through comments on my social media posts. I am glad to be one of the few bastions of sanity left among social media influencers, where many of their grifter opinions focus on coddling the increasingly toxic men. When I am done with my coffee, so will be my allocated time for doomscrolling, and I will have to get back to prepare some professional photos for my sponsors - I mean lifestyle posts for my followers. As much as I hate the patriarchy, I have to make my compromises with the system - At least I don't dress scantily for men! At only 28 years of age, I still have decades ahead of me to explore many other things in life... If only I can find a man who can appreciate me for who I am.

"Are you Kelly Lee?" This total stranger approaches me, his head leaning over to take a clearer look. I nod cautiously. He wears spectacles, sports a bit of grey hair at his sides, clean-shaven and looks a bit older than me - probably just under 40 years old I am guessing? Not too sure how I can describe his looks. I mean, he doesn't look like someone who can stand out in a crowd.

"I knew it was you! Haha! I was on my phone when I saw one of your new Instagram posts showing your photo right in this cafe! Follower and fan here, love your opinion pieces."

I have to say, I am bemused but a little flattered that I actually have a male fan who would outright admit he's a feminist too. I smile a little as he continues prattling.

"You know, I applaud your online editorial last month when you rebuked a misogynistic article about women having more rights in our country. I mean, I do agree with your analogy, men having less divorce rights are like making reparations to women, just like America makes reparations to the black community for slavery."

"God, your proposal about radical feminism makes so much sense. Didn't realize so much male supremacy dominates every part of our lives, even now and here."

"Oh wa, you look even prettier in person! Those idiots saying feminists are ugly can go kill themselves."

Okay, this man is becoming a pest with his fawning adoration. I am about to excuse myself and leave when he takes out his phone.

"Please can I take a selfie with you? I want to show off online that I just met the great Kelly Lee from our government news editorial!"

I thought meh, I am not really a top celebrity here, but sure why not.

He leans over next to me, and I pose with a smile before his phone's camera screen display. He taps the button.

*FLASH*

His phone emits a particularly bright white flash of light that invades my eyes. I blink briefly and a slight daze came over me. Hold on, what do I need to do? My mind seems kind of fuzzy all of a sudden. Oh I think I remember, I do need to set up the products at my display table?

"Hello, you can call me Luke, nice to meet you," The guy's voice echoed out again, bringing me back from my sudden spacing-out. I shake his hand, almost dumbly.

"Say, Kelly, do you think you have some time in your schedule to have lunch with me? There's so much I want to talk to you about your socio-political views about the modern woman."

Normally, I wouldn't make such an impromptu change in plans, let alone with this stranger. But Luke seemed so sincere, and he's the only man I know who seemed to want to learn more. Also, just a simple, non-serious date? What harm would that be? Besides, I should be able to re-adjust the photo-taking schedule with minimal trouble.

"Sure, where to go?" I ask with a polite smile.

"Do you have a car?"

"No, today I am not driving."

"Okay, let me drive you to the Dragon Inn Restaurant, just a short drive from here."

Never heard of this restaurant in my life. It is next to empty with only a couple of customers. Regardless, it is pretty clean and our table has a cool view of a Chinese-style garden outside. We sit opposite each other at a table. Over a small but simple lunch we chat over our career and beliefs, including my views about feminism of course. Luke tells me he is a Behavioral Psychologist and he has been testing out several experimental treatments developed by a team of graduate students working on their PhD thesis. He does have a way with words - He agrees with every word I say!

Then he suddenly stirs me to another topic. Musing as he asks.

"Kelly, what do you think about gender double standards in current society? For instance, it is acceptable for women to wear men's clothing but not the other way round?"

"Complete non-issue. Women-only carriages, women-only clothing, women-only clubs, so on and so forth, this happened because of historical context, not because of some nefarious attempt to discriminate against men. Women wearing men's clothing is a sign of progress for equal rights."

"Right," Luke nods, and he takes out his phone again.

"Oh dear, you are so breath-taking, the view here really brings out the beauty in you. Mind if we take another selfie to capture this moment?"

I blush and nod my approval, and we both pose for his phone camera.

*FLASH*

That flash got me spacing out immediately again. Jeez, that flash device is definitely stronger than the ones in other cameras.

"You know, Kelly, you mentioned that patriarchy still influences modern society, including the dress codes between genders. Do you think further challenging dress code norms would improve things further?" Luke asks.

"Well, if you mean by challenge, you mean introducing more gender-neutral clothes, yes."

"So what do you think about bras and panties? Think about it, we men do not need to wear them but women are expected to do so. How is this fair to women? Wouldn't we be on a more equal footing if women are not forced to wear clothes that are specifically designed for them?"

I have to say, I can't say I disagree with him.

"So don't you think you could lead by example by taking off your bras and panties right now?"

I look around. No one is near us, we are sitting at the far corner where we won't be disturbed for the most part. I am wearing a loose and comfortable white T-shirt with a grey-blue skirt covering me just above my knees. My hands reach under my shirt at the back, where I unbuckle my bra. I pull the straps down from my shoulder and out of my arms, after which I pull my bra out under my shirt. After that, I look around again, giggling a little nervously as my hands reach under my skirt and I begin sliding my panties down my legs while seated. So there! Finally free from the clothing shackles of the patriarchy!

Luke smiles and shoves my bra and panties into his own backpack.

"For safekeeping," as he tells me.

Indeed a gentleman, just like those mature guys who do not find it wrong to hold their girlfriend's purses and handbags momentarily for them!

Finally, we are done with our meal and ready to leave this still mostly empty restaurant. I can sense when a guy pays for my lunch or dinner during a date with his implied expectation that he wants to sleep with me, which is why during dates I always insist going dutch to highlight my own independence. Well, I try to do the same for Luke here. However, with a charming smile he insists it is his treat, and without mincing any words he tells me confidently up front that he has completely no ulterior motive for getting me into his bed.

Then he stares down at me and I look down as well, realizing my nipples are hard and poking through my shirt thanks to the cold air-con blowing. I blush.

"Say, Kelly, have you flashed your breasts in public before?"

I shake my head at that absurd question. It is against public decency laws. But something in me is making my heart race in excitement, would it be different if one did it without getting caught?

Luke interrupts my running thoughts again.

"Since men can show their nipples in public and you don't believe in wearing a bra, shouldn't it be okay for you to show yours?"

True. Whatever men can do, I can do too. He looks around with a mischievous glint in his eye before turning back to me with his phone camera ready.

"Hurry up then, show your tits and let me take a photo of you for my own private memory."

I chuckle to cover my nervousness, but with his assurance that no one is staring, I did as told. My hand shakily pulls the front of my shirt up, I breathe in a little as I feel the cool air hit my exposed tits directly. Still, I smile and pose for this naughty picture just for Luke. Ugh, there's something special about this guy that made me want to do things for him that I never do for even my closest boyfriend.

*FLASH*

I stagger back a little after Luke took his third photo of me today.

"Don't you think women are deserving of equal educational opportunities as that of men?" Luke asks.

"Yes," I blink my eyes, pulling my shirt back down.

"Great! Actually I think today you can do some learning to show by example to other women. Interested?"

"Hmmm? Sure."

"But we need to go into the men's room to get started, so you must continue to challenge the patriarchy!"

At the sound of those words, I am fired up and determined to blow past the expectations of my gender. To hell with not being allowed to enter the men's room. Whatever men can do, I can do too! We look around the entrance with him holding my hand, we dash past the wash basins and straight into one of the bathroom stalls, where he locks us together inside. Post-excitement dying down has us realize that no one is in the men's room - Yet.

So Luke sits on the toilet seat cover. He unzips and pulls out his cock.

"I think you can agree girls need to learn new skills to prove they are just as useful as guys are, so why not learn how to be good at sucking a guy's cock? With that, he will appreciate you better and the sooner we can achieve gender equality."

A truly enlightening advice! I drop down on my knees in the bathroom stall, and my hand reaches out, gently stroking his cock to bring it to life. I have to admit I am completely amateurish at this, I always hated giving blowjobs to any of my past boyfriends. Most of my actions here are what I recall from watching porn. But what Luke says here makes sense, and I must really learn how to do it for the sake of feminism. Luckily, Luke knows how to instruct with various pointers.

"Stroke it soft, use your tongue to start off, stimulate the head with it."

"Yes... Ohhh yes, remember to make eye contact as much as possible. Guys find this hot."

"God, your hot little mouth's great! Continue licking the underside of the whole length!"

"Relax your throat when you try to swallow the whole thing!"

And so on, so forth. In due course I manage to make his cock grow fully hard, and I am proud of what I have accomplished in such a short time and marvel at how big he is... I am not even confident if I can deep-throat him successfully. We look at each other in the eyes as I steel myself and slowly engulf his whole length, inch by inch. He gasps as he gently strokes my hair, complimenting how tight my mouth feels wrapped around him.

Then I hear sounds of footsteps barging into the washroom, alarming me.

I stop sucking but his hand grip my head, forcing me back on his hard tool, whispering to me to continue blowing even in the close presence of other people in the toilet. I obey him without a word, not that I can say anything with his cock in my mouth. But I agree, it is bad to stop pleasuring a man mid-way and leave him with blue balls. I remind myself I need to do a good job blowing him, and ignoring the audible sucking sounds I am making in the bathroom stall, I focus my attention on getting him off.

It takes a good while, but eventually, his hips begin to move and his grip on my head grows tighter. He moans out a little too loud as his cock pulses and lets loose with burst after burst of cum into my mouth. The first shot had the distance hitting the back of my throat, making me almost gag, while I let the rest drain on my tongue. God, the taste... What does he want me to do with it?

"Don't spit it out!" Luke harshly whispers while breathing hard.

And I obey as a student should, resisting the urge to either spit or swallow, expecting his next instruction.

"Stick your tongue out."

And I did, showing him my semen-coated tongue, and he exhales slowly in appreciation as he points his phone camera at my face again.

*FLASH*

He leans forward and whispers to me in a low volume, while I lapse back into a daze.

"Men like to see girls swallow, you should learn to like it too."

So I gulp and let it slide down my throat... Actually that isn't as horrible as I imagined it to be.

"Open your mouth and show me your tongue."

And I did, showing him that empty tongue with his approval.

"Great job Kelly. You showed that you can suck cock. You must learn to love doing it this way to fight women's objectification. Only when you enjoy it will you not be objectified by men."

His praise fills me with satisfaction and a sense of achievement. I try clearing my foggy mind and process his other words. It registers - Of course, women should be treated equally alongside men, so if in current society men enjoy blowjobs and are not objectified, then women shouldn't be objectified either if they learn to enjoy blowjobs. I can't believe my past feminist self did not learn that servicing men with blowjobs would make me less objectified! I should thank Luke for this bit of wisdom.

"You like me, don't you?" Luke murmurs into my ear. I nod.

"Then don't deny your feelings, when you are horny for a guy, tell him straight up you want to bang him."

Oh god, he's right, I can feel my heart racing when I look into his eyes. There's some feelings of lust rising up in me after I swallowed Luke's cum. Sucking dick seems to make my pussy anticipate for more.

"Are you horny?"

I nod eagerly again with a big smile.

"Good, now let's get out of here and go elsewhere."

With that he burst out of the stall, holding my hand and dragging me along. A few men are just standing around dumbfounded at what they are seeing (and hearing). Damn! I've forgotten I'm in a public toilet, and I am not even sure if they heard every single word Luke tells me. I kept my head down in embarrassment and I bet my face must be as red as a beetroot when we finally left the restaurant. What a rush though!

Anyway, Luke drove me to an old part of the city. Being the considerate, sensitive man for the ladies, Luke explains that he wants to avoid accusations of the so-called walk of shame from anyone if we end up sleeping together, so he went to book a short-time hotel for a few hours where we can spend some time knowing each other even better, without having to invite gossip from any neighbours.

Never mind that walking out of this hotel would lead me into the red light district where foreign sex workers are housed across dozens of shophouses. I'm after all in the dignity of a hotel, not in those shophouses.

In our hotel room, he starts getting naughty again.

"Let's play doctor?" He suggests.

I turn my back on him while I continue looking back at him with a seductive smile. My skirt unbuttoned, I let it fall before his eyes before turning around and showing off my trimmed pussy - I had already given Luke my underwear back in the restaurant. Luke grins, and he quickly undresses as well, leaving him completely naked. That temperature of our sexual tension is rising... I suppose I have to do the same. I pull my shirt off.

He pushes me gently so I land on the bed breathing with lust, and I let him position my legs apart. In that exposed look, he makes me reach forward with my hands and start touching myself right in front of him. Pointing his phone between my legs, he asks me to put on a smile and look in front while I masturbate for him.

*FLASH*

He took my photo for the fifth time - I kept count. My eyes roll as I feel myself in front of this man I am so horny over. How? Why? I only knew him less than 3 hours ago, yet I have sucked his dick to completion and I am now naked and masturbating in front of him. I didn't have much time to think though, as I am obligated to use both hands - Fingers from one hand shoving into my own pussy while I gently rub my now erect clitoris. I like what I am seeing in front of me: Luke is watching me and softly stroking his cock. More power for being able to get men to visually appreciate me this way! A moan of desperate pleasure leaves my lips.

This is when Luke begins to speak up yet again, in a soft but firm tone.

"Are you enjoying this?"

"Yes!" I gasp.

"You should also be happy when a guy fucks your pretty little pussy."

"Yes..." I nod a little, my eyes closed as I indulge in touching myself.

"You should be happy when ANY guy fucks you."

"Yes..."

"You should enjoy having sex with as many men as you want."

"Yes... Yes..."

Concurrent with my pleasure, my thought processes re-arranges quickly from Luke's teachings. Registering deep in my memory, equality means I should not be burdened by double standards of society about my promiscuity. Should I care if society calls me a slut for having sex with many sex partners of my own accord? No! To repeat: Whatever men can do, I can do too!

The thought of being sexually liberated makes me so horny that I am approaching my peak after several minutes. My heart pounding, I rub my clit intensely, inducing a climax in my now leaking wet pussy. I cry out loud, releasing my sexual frustrations over the months.

Luke joins me in the bed and pushes my head towards his semi-erect twitching cock.

"Get me ready again."

I open my mouth again and did my best to revive his hard-on for myself. Picking up on the tips he gave earlier on in the men's room, I grow more confident and eager in my oral service. I am good at what I do. Minutes later I am delightfully bobbing my head up and down on his fully erect length until he asks me to stop.

"Now, climb on my cock and start fucking me."

With one hand on his chest I grab his cock with the other, and guide it into my slick wet pussy as I slowly sit down on his hips. Inch by inch I sink into that large member of his until I am fully penetrated. He stretches and fills me up so warm and tight! I groan as I pull out, then push back in, repeating over and over again. This is not unfamiliar to me, it is just that I never realize how good this feels. I admit I am wrong to refrain from having sex with men - I actually love pounding myself on top of a cock. I guess the online remarks about us feminists sometimes can be right, we can be nicer if we are getting some.

As I move my hips and do my utmost best riding Luke, I notice him reaching out for his phone. He instructs me to look at the camera again and pose a smile with a V-sign for peace with my fingers, all for the fun of it.

*FLASH*

God, riding Luke suddenly feels like an eternity, that pleasurable kind that you never want it to end. I stare down at him and smile. He reaches out with his hands and gently caresses his hands from my waist up till my tits. Oh, my instincts are taking over. I love his hands on me, he makes me feel like a real living woman who men want.

And he begins his orders again, this time in a strained voice.

"Kelly, from now onwards, you should not use words like mansplaining, it is not conducive to serious discussions."

"Yes!"

"You should start listening to what guys tell you, especially when they ask you for sex."

"Yes!" I mean, he's not wrong. If a man can provide me with sexual pleasure, then he must make sense when it comes to sex.

"Also start addressing any guy in the bedroom as master."

"Yes, master!"

"Yes, girl, good girl," His breaths become short and heavy while we shag, his voice now betrays his own lust, and I too feel myself getting close. His fingers trail up to my face and I suck on his finger momentarily, my body going out of control even as my mind registers his every word for the longer term.

"I'm going to cum soon, Kelly. Remember, always have sex without condoms, always ask a guy to cum inside of you. You love the warm feeling of a guy's seed flowing into you."

"Oh yes master!" I nod and thrust even faster, his every word turning me on. Who the hell cares whether this is women's rights, as long as this makes a woman feel good, then it's all good.

"Are you on birth control?"

"No, master."

"Good, don't waste your money on birth control. You don't need them, just fuck as many guys as you want, they will take care of you!"

"Yes, yes, yes my master! Cum in me!"

Oh god, I throw my head back at those words. Just take the risk all the time. So hot yet so true... In the event I get pregnant, if I search hard enough I should be able to find one of these guys who will offer to take responsibility for me - I am helping to promote shared responsibilities between men and women!

With that thought I am pushed past the edge. My body stiffens and my pussy spasms hard against Luke's thick cock, besides that wonderful ecstasy of a climax, my mind is completely void. Luke himself is heading there as well, as he suddenly holds my hips tight as he thrusts upwards manically. I can almost feel him delivering burst after burst of semen deep inside me. Yes... That excitement of not knowing whether or not I would get impregnated by a guy I fucked, I have to try that again sometime, just as Luke tells me to.

I slide off him only after I feel his cock start growing limp inside.

That post-orgasmic relaxation hitting me, I find myself snuggling up to him. I can't help but giggle again, and so did Luke. I do feel like a new person after getting off. I am no longer that uptight, preachy girl telling others what they should do. From now onwards, I am an easygoing girl who will do anything to please others.

I laze back on the bed with my legs open. Luke gets up, looks at me up and down. He orders me to keep my eyes open and staring at his phone camera as he...

*FLASH*

... Takes my photo again. I bet I looked completely different compared to the first photo he took in the cafe. By now I can imagine my face covered in sweat and sporting disheveled looking hair with my mouth open. A strange relaxation comes over me as I get up from the bed. I stop moving of my own accord completely even as my emotions and thoughts rage deep within, I can tell there is this weird, strong compulsion within me that I will follow any specific instructions issued by Luke to the letter, nothing more. I am not sure when this compulsion will fade out.

He pushes me to the showers and I obey him as I should. Warm water runs over our bodies, although I stare blankly and passively let him just sprinkle water from the shower head all over my body. He hasn't issued me any verbal command on what to do next.

We both exit the showers and he starts drying himself up with a towel and offers me one too. When I am done, he just pushes me to sit back on the bed.

"Stay like this, don't get dressed."

"Yes, master."

He fully dresses up again, and we stare back at each other without a word for a few seconds as he seemingly deliberates on what to say next. I am now that obedient and dedicated to a man after all.

He takes away my skirt and shirt that are lying on the floor, not returning them to me. I remain unfazed as I look up to him expectantly. Is there something he wants me to do? I can still wait.

He asks me to put on my heels again as we get ready to depart the hotel room.

His hand on the door handle, he asks another question.

"Have you ever gone naked in public?"

"No, master."

"From now onwards, you will enjoy going naked in public."

"Yes, master." I answer plainly. I might not have shown any outside emotional reaction, but I know his line is etching deep into my mind and changing me for the better, just like he had already done with all his previous commands.

"Oh yeah, take that handbag with you too." He hands me my handbag and my phone. Thank goodness. Can't believe I was preparing to leave without my belongings.

"You should share a new post on Instagram telling your followers that feminists should not be shy to run naked in public, especially if they have a beautiful body like yours."

"Yes, master."

"Repeat what I just told you to do?"

"I should make a post on Instagram saying that feminists should not be shy to run naked in public, especially if they have a body like mine." I repeat Luke's order almost verbatim.

"Good, do it now."

"Yes, master," and so I shared a selfie of myself, smudged makeup and messy hair on social media with that particular message, covering my tits with my hand of course - Need to adhere to the platform's rules after all. I bet my fellow feminists would love and be enlightened by what I am doing. I put my phone back into my bag as it hangs from my shoulder.

I gasp again. From behind, my still sensitive pussy jolts from Luke's fingers inserting into my pussy unannounced, while he issues his very last command.

"Now when I open the door, get out, take the lift down, walk out of the hotel towards those whore shophouses, keep on circling around the road surrounding them until the police arrive. This should turn you on all the way." He whispers in my ear intently as his fingers gently stir my insides.

"Yes, master," I sigh as those familiar sparks of lust enter my pussy yet again.

He opens the door and pushes me out promptly.

"Goodbye Kelly."

I must admit initially there is this awkward feeling and a strong urge to cover myself up when I step out onto the road, with everyone staring at me wide-eyed. But Luke's advice takes over quickly. I flash a smile while I flash my naked body to everyone in the red light district. I am no longer feeling shame at letting people see my jiggling ass and tits as I march around. In fact I feel so liberated from social norms and gladly accept the fact that the men around the brothels are viewing me with either amusement, bewilderedness, or both. From the corner of my eye I can see some strangers snap photos of me, I am sure some of those will end up on tabloid news in the upcoming days.

Sure, in a while I will soon be arrested and issued a court date to show up for trial, where some court-appointed psychologist will probably diagnose me with some mental illness. But I know better than these evil overlords threatening to suppress my femininity - And the whole country will soon hear my message for liberty! Alas, this is likely the last time I would see Luke. I would be too busy anyway: Tentatively I have plans for every weekend night, where I will visit the seediest bars in my sexiest outfits and invite the most decadent men for the most depraved one night stands, all so that I can convince them of my status as a strong, independent woman.

THE END