Memoirs Of Visual Delight

Yes, I enjoy women.

What's that? If I had sex with one? I did, yes. I went all the way with more than one.

The sound of a new line in the chat drove me back to reality.

"All right, Delight. I kept my word. You can check. Hmmm. One day you will need to tell me what went on in that lovely mind of yours. You had lust in your eyes. I love the sight of that. I will one day make you look at me that way. I intend to do that only with my words, Delight. You'll never know who I am. " That sent chills all though my body in a matter of seconds.

This guy was by far the weirdest I ever had in private. And you get allot of kinky- even nasty- requests!

I shook the thought off and managed to check my stats. Indeed, the second thousand was in my account, only for my real face, no makeup.

Easy to say, so very hard to do!

I always get a shiver when I remember that moment.

My whole body was shaking! I collected my makeup removal kit slowly.

Wet wipes, cotton balls, liquid makeup removal solutions all there in the container. Trust me, I had a ton of makeup plastered on every time.

It took me approximately two hours to put everything on.

I started with the wet wipes, moving slowly as my hands were shaking furiously.

It was sheer agony! I was scared of he thought of someone knowing how Delight really looked like. My eye makeup was the first to go. Then, my fake teeth soon followed.

I kept my eyes on my desk mirror while gently wiping the heavy makeup nesting my eyes.

No replies appeared. I checked to see if the connection was still there.

"I am here. Carry on. Don't mind the camera." He startled me.

I tried to smile, couldn't. I was too frightened and lost in my thoughts.

He could see through me.

He saw lust in my eyes.

He knew I was scared.

How?

At least he was considerate enough to let me be. Somehow, the sensations he caused inside me, made me think he was a grown man.

He was definitely well spoken and his job was most probably very high in rank.

So, it was safe to assume he was over 40.

His request was out of the ordinary so he might have been detail focused such as myself.

"Maybe this is a kink or something. Humiliating someone by making them remove their disguise." It came to me as a faint ray of sun through the dark sky.

If only I knew then... I would have ended everything. But I had no idea.

"He must have a lot of time in his hands" I continued my brainstorm.

My fingers reached carefully under the net of my fake hair and after a few ministrations, the wig came off and my blonde curls cascaded on my shoulders in one feathery hand movement.

No reply on my screen. I thought men liked seeing women delicately tracing a hand through their hair.

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his guy had different, in everything!

I swear! If I could add all weird things in one definition, it would be this guy.

He invented a new category of disturbing. I am certain!

"I knew you were a blonde, just didn't say it" pops on the screen.

I barely kept my "what the actual fuck!" thoughts to myself. That statement gave me the creeps!

My surprise was visible. Was he reading my mind?

I couldn't wrap my head around this even if I struggled. Nothing made sense.

How did he know when to say those things?

My eyes met the camera for a second and then moved back to the altered reflection in the mirror.

I took a long look at my face. Smudged lines outlined my tired eyes.

My contouring was fading slowly as my hand wiped away my mask.

My protection... Delight was fading away with every swipe. The real me was now staring though the mirror, expressionless.

"Why did I agree to this? I know I have pretty face even make up free. My soul is dark and evil. Well, hello, conscience! I missed you like a hole in the head." I thought to myself as I stood for a second.

I shook my head for a few times trying to get rid of the thoughts to no avail.

"Why on earth do I think of myself that way? What is wrong with me?" These thoughts took me by surprise. I never thought of myself- the real me.

I've seen myself so many times in the mirror. I've never felt this insecure all my life.

Not even in high school. I used to hang out with the popular girls. I worked my ass off to get there.

I've always been the pretty one. I've always enjoyed the attention.

Guys would take me out every weekend. I knew they only wanted to get in my knickers but still...

I had developed a real pleasure in leading them on in time, I admit.

Guys my age were so different when alone with me, no longer confident and cocky.

They asked and some even begged. The ability to say no was so thrilling.

To this day I wonder why I kept myself for so long. Only to give in to that conniving, little piece of filth which made me fall for his blue eyes.

Those eyes could haunt me in my sleep. The clearest blue gaze and a smile so kind, would compliment a gorgeous olive skin that nested such a lean body with the smoothest muscles outline.

He could pick me up as if I were weightless. I felt safe when around him.

In the end, his lies were better than mine. That's all I can conclude.

He was well endowed and could eat me out into oblivion. That I do miss.

Well so much not anymore, since my rampant rabbit. He-he!

This job came with perks. I had found many ways to come...some of the guys that watched me even told me a few tricks.

My train of thoughts got interrupted by a faint sound. A click of a camera followed by the system message: "DcL0 took a $1.00 snapshot of you." He took a snapshot! He had a picture of ME! I stared at the screen in shock!

"Thank you, Delight. I have what I need. I will look for you sometime"

The private session ended after he said those words. I logged off mechanically, had a look over my earnings and saw a message he had left on my wall.

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t read "Delight indeed. Such an amazing creature! Beautiful inside and out. I will see you soon. Think of me when you look at yourself in the mirror."

My heart sunk. Those words hit home. Hard! He took a picture of me and he fucking put words in my head!

My insides felt as if hit by a wrecking ball in full force.

How could a person see you and watch you performing the simplest of tasks and somehow show your inner self without saying a word?

He now knew how I looked like, he made sure I knew he could see through me.

But, why? Was there any gratification?

Why pay for someone to remove their makeup and watch as they look in the mirror?

Think of him when I look in the mirror...he said.

Mind games...I made it my life goal to read everything on that!



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