WTF Wednesday: Come. On my “face”.

“Do you know what a ‘Tribute photo’ is?”

A lazy afternoon in bed with my laptop. I am on IM with an online friend and under normal circumstances, I might take a moment to research the thing myself before responding “No.” I have a thing about gathering knowledge myself. A cursory search turns up very little so I respond to my unseen friend many miles away that no; I have no idea what a tribute picture is.

I brace myself for the response and I am well to have done so.

Evidently, the “Tribute” in question is semen and the “photo” in question is a face shot of the intended…target. The tributor masturbates onto the photo, (NSFW) getting all Jacks-off Pollock on a reproduction of someone’s unsuspecting visage.

Well.

“Would you care to see some examples?”

Yes.

And within a few minutes I was gazing upon a picture of a picture of a cock holding court over the jizz smeared photographs of an attractive smiling brunette.

To say I had a complex reaction would be an understatement.

It was in the midst of this rather elaborate emotional torte that the next question popped on my laptop screen

“Would you like me to do one for you?”

My Inner Prude Girl rises up: the shrieking harpie of my misguided moralistic messiah.

“Ooh god no! Never. How demeaning, objectifying, narcissistic, indulgent, humiliating…”

And there I was carefully selecting what picture I thought might best read covered in come.

I sent off several.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK?!?!” screamed Miss Prude Girl (Or PG, as I not-at-all-affectionately call her.) the rational calm part of me that still longs for normalcy and wishes we weren’t such a fucking weirdo pervert.

“You just sent your picture to some creepy ass masturbator who is gong to do god knows what and ejaculate on it then SEND YOU A FUCKNG PICTURE OF YOUR PHOTOGRAPH COVERED IN HIS GODDAMNED BODILY FLUIDS. Why why SWEET-BABY-JESUS-LYING-IN-THE-MANGER WHY?!!?”

Why not?

Yes, it is weird. But then again is it any weirder than standing naked in front of a room full of people being tied up after talking about how much you enjoy being humiliated and called all sorts of politically incorrect shit in order to sexually debase yourself in front of your partner? Because I do that shit all across America.

Is it any weirder than performing in a scene for an adult movie intended to be used as a goad to masturbatory fantasy?

Not really.

Is it much weirder than a mutual masturbation session where the end result is someone using your mouth as a convenient warm place to fuck while you are forced to take their emissions wherever they may land?

Possibly…but.

I have a general rule: say “Yes.”

Life is full of emotional eddies, flows rapids and oxbows,and I’ll be damned if I am going to miss out on a weirder yet exciting Log Flume of Freakitude because my prudish persona, deprived of her White Picket Fence lifestyle is MORTIFIED by the fact that we are idly wondering how our picture will look covered in a stranger’s semen.

“Plus it won’t end there!!!!” she wails. “You will talk about it on your fucking BLOG then EVERYONE will know!!!”

shrug

Yes, they will.

It was less than a day later then I received my “Tribute Photo.”

Two, in fact.

I sat and looked at them.

Lady Miss P.G. has nothing to say. She is so disgusted she has left my internal Star Chamber and is sitting in a corner sulking and playing Barbies.

The thought that someone I have never met fucking jerked off thinking about fucking my face gets me really hot.

The idea of being objectified is disproportionately arousing.

The fact of seeing the result of the fantasy is shocking. It REALLY HAPPENED and though I wasn’t there, I have proof.

It is phone sex without the voice line, camming without the feed, a peepshow without the sliding doors and sticky coins.

I am appalled at myself for encouraging this behavior.

Then I am irritated for being judgmental.

I can’t look at it and I can’t look away.

The emotional riptide never resolves into a nice tidy dénouement.

I still have a stark jagged bleeding emotional dichotomy about my desire to be used broken down and THEN put into a position of servitude by another person. Does this feed into that? he desire to be used and discarded?

Is this something else?

Or is a jizz smeared photo simply…that?