Candaulism: a sexual practice or fantasy in which a man exposes his female partner, or images of her, to other people for their voyeuristic pleasure.
There are photos. In our month-long relationship, he has photos that I never dreamed I’d take or have taken of me. I’ve taken photos of my body from every angle, dressed and, mostly, undressed.
I’ve seen parts of myself that I’ve never seen before. I can now identify my nether lips from a line-up and I know exactly how my ass looks with a plug inside it. It looks hot, in case anyone was wondering. And, no, I won’t post those photos here or on The Pink Papers. He’s the candaulist; I’ll leave my exposure to him.
He’s published many of them online.
Having a partner who enjoys exposing me has been an exercise in body acceptance. I’ve taken that acceptance a bit further and can now say, “I love my body.” Sure, I still cringed a little when I saw the facial shots from our weekend adventures posted on his Fet account. I’m still a little old-fashioned and prudish. I don’t think that will ever go away.
I get off on the blush.
There’s a quiet part of me that wants to hide, and then there’s the other part — the part that writes this blog — that craves the nakedness.
For that woman, the one who craves exposure and desires to push past her comfort levels, I am posting this. It’s a short clip from the second spanking he gave me. It’s fairly innocent, but readers who have known me for awhile know that this is a big step for me.
I’ve never posted anything this physically revealing.
This is us. This is less than two minutes of our second play session together, which left me bruised for days.
Please ignore the panty tag. I have already taken scissors to all of my remaining panties to avoid a similar faux pas.