Putting On One Hell Of A Show.
I have an interesting night planned for you. I want you to be nice and clean when we start. Strip and take a shower. When you're done, bring the toy bag out to the living room and wait for further instructions.
The words in the chat window were enough to make her heart start racing. She smiled at the round unwinking eye of the tiny camera clipped to her laptop. He was off somewhere in some anonymous hotel room but she could already imagine him loosening his clothes.
She rose from the couch and began unbuttoning her blouse, already feeling the excitement rising inside her. She let her hands wander over her body, caressing herself through the thin cotton of the blouse, before she slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She could feel his eyes on her like a physical thing through the unwavering gaze of the camera, as she unhooked the bra and slid her hands over her breasts, feeling her nipples harden.
She bent over, slipping off her shoes, then unhooked the skirt and let it fall. Naked, she caressed her body with her hands again, feeling herself beginning to get wet already. He likes when I wear skirts with nothing underneath; easier access, he says.
With a smile and wink over her shoulder to the camera, she picked up the laptop and walked into the bathroom, she sat the laptop down on the unit next to the sink and turned the camera to where it could look into the large glass-enclosed walk-in shower. She flipped on the water, letting it warm up while she went into the bedroom to pick up a prop; he'd been teasing her all day, sending her text messages on her phone to let her know that he had something very special lined up for her this evening, so she decided to return the favour by giving him a special show during her shower. He's always enjoyed watching her shower, and a little turnabout is fair play.
She walked back into the bathroom and stepped into the shower, letting the spray of water envelop her. A part of her wondered what the evening's entertainments would bring.
when he's out of town, he loves watching her put on shows for him, and he tells her what to do to herself in front of the camera as he watches, but tonight he had something new up his sleeve, and her curiosity was only making her more excited.
She leaned back under the water, closing her eyes ,and shuddering slightly with anticipation, ran her fingers through her long dark hair. Stepping out from under the showerhead, she poured a large dollop of shampoo into her hand and began lathering her hair, letting the thick sudsy lather run down her back. She turned toward the clear glass shower door, making sure the camera had a good view as she ran her soapy hands down over her body, fondling and caressing her breasts. She felt her nipples grow harder as she touched herself, soaping her breasts thoroughly.
She picked up the toy she’d brought into the shower with her from the other room—a long double-ended dildo. She slid one hand sensuously along the dildo, stroking it and soaping it up, then began sliding it between her lathered breasts. She leaned back against the wall of the shower, arching her back and sliding the dildo slowly up and down between her breasts, her eyes closed. Very gradually, she began increasing her tempo, running the long silicone toy faster and faster between her breasts as she slid her other hand over her body, fondling herself and pinching her nipples.
She moaned, just loud enough for the microphone to pick up over the sound of the running water, then reached out and picked up her bottle of body wash. Holding the bottle high over her body, she squeezed it in a series of short, sharp motions. Jets of thick white body wash spurted over her body and the dildo; she cried out as they spattered over her. She continued squeezing the bottle, moaning each time the body wash splattered her, as she continued to run the dildo between her breasts.
Finally, she set down the bottle and looked at herself. Her breasts and body were covered in thick lather from the shampoo, and her neck, shoulders, breasts, belly, and legs were splattered all over with creamy white body wash. She set down the soapy dildo and picked up a sponge, wetting it in the streaming water from the shower, and began washing herself. The sponge soon became very soapy as she scrubbed herself. She slid the sponge between her legs and squeezed, sending sudsy water coursing down her inner thighs as she pressed the slightly rough sponge against her clit. It didn't take long before she felt her orgasm beginning to build, her heart hammering wildly as the tension mounted. Picking up the soapy dildo, she plunged it into her desperate pussy, penetrating herself deeply; she screamed involuntarily, throwing her head back, then just as quickly withdrew it and dropped it to the shower floor.
One of the rules of the relationship is that she is not allowed to come without permission. She took her hands away and leaned against the wall, gasping, her body shuddering, her orgasm so close she could almost feel it; then, as the feelings subsided and her heart slowed, she stepped under the shower.. she was so desperately aroused she could barely stand, and found herself leaning on one arm against the shower as she rinsed herself off. She suspected that in some nameless hotel room half a continent away, he was almost as aroused himself. She yearned to see him but the rules where always the same, he never turned his camera on and only communicated through text, annoying but she also the anonymous side of it somehow made there time together even hotter
Finally, she turned off the shower and stepped out, drying herself with a big, fluffy blue towel. She put on a gauzy, translucent robe, and went back into the bedroom. She picked up the box of toys from its place beneath the nightstand and went back out into the living room, where she seated herself on the couch in setting the laptop down Infront of her
"What did you think?" She asked, smiling at the tiny camera.
"I'm all nice and clean now," she said. "Did you enjoy the show?"
I don't think you're clean at all. I think you are a very, very dirty girl.
She flushed slightly. "I'm not dirty! I just took a shower!"
Some kinds of dirt can't be washed away. Are you wet between your legs?
She leaned back on the couch, letting the robe fall open as she spread her legs wide. She slid one finger into her mouth, parting her lips just enough to flick her tongue against it, then ran her fingertips very lightly down her body and over her breasts. She continued moving them down across her belly and over her mound, then slipped one finger inside herself, causing her breath to catch in her throat. "Yes," she gasped, feeling the juices pour around her finger.
You like being a dirty little slut, don't you? I bet you're pretty worked up right now.
She whimpered, eyes half-closed, running her finger in small circles inside herself.
Stop what you're doing. Stand up and take off your robe. Let me see you.
She whimpered as she slid her finger out, then rose from the couch. She ran her hands up her body, then slid the robe from her shoulders and let it fall.
Good girl. I want you to show off that body of yours. Get the oil and oil yourself up.
She reached down and opened the box at her feet and withdrew the small vial of massage oil. She poured the oil into her hands, and began caressing herself, oiling her arms and neck, then running her hands down her sides, smoothing the oil over the sides of her breasts. She lifted one leg onto the coffee table, giving the camera mounted to her computer a close up view of her pussy as she oiled her leg. She repeated the process with her other leg, stroking and caressing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as she oiled herself. She stepped back, her body glistening.
Very nice. You look positively delightful. Grab your breasts.
She slid her hands over her breasts, feeling her nipples harden again. "Mmm..."
Not like that. Now listen very carefully. From now on, your hands are my hands. When I tell you to touch yourself, I want you to picture my hands doing the touching, do you understand?
Good. Put some more oil in your hands.
She picked up the oil and spread it over her hands, entranced, watching the message on the screen that told her he was still typing.
Now grab your breasts HARD! Your hands are my hands, and I intend to be rough with you this evening. You know the way I like to touch you. Do it!
She grabbed her breasts and twisted them, harder than she had intended to. A cry escaped her lips, and she felt herself plummeting into that place where she became his, completely, and everything he did was bliss. Her hands, unbidden, continued to squeeze and twist her breasts roughly; she felt her fingers—his fingers—bite down tightly on her nipples, and she cried out again. She felt them pull, stretching her nipples and clamping down still harder, until she gasped in pain.
Good girl. Sit down on the couch and spread your legs nice and wide. Keep squeezing your breasts with one hand. With the other, shove those fingers hard into that delicious little cunt of yours.
She sat down , spreading her legs up over the arms of the couch as her hand twisted her breast sharply. Her other hand slid between her legs, and two fingers penetrated her, fast and deep. Her hands seemed possessed; she barely even recognized they were my own, as her fingers thrust roughly and insistently in and out of her dripping pussy while her hand squeezed hard on her breast. She lay her head back on the couch, eyes tightly closed, as the world shrank away and the only thing that was real were the hands on her body, groping and fondling and penetrating her. A series of short, sharp cries escaped her lips as the fingers thrust deep into her, violating her, and she felt the hot flush of an orgasm building between her legs. With every ounce of willpower and self-control she could muster, she pulled her hands away from her body. She heard herself scream as her fingers withdrew, leaving her feeling suddenly empty; she leaned back against the cushions, panting and gasping, her eyes half-closed and herbody quivering.
Finally, after some timeless time, her breathing slowed and the world began to reappear around her. She opened hereyes and looked at the computer...
No, no, no. That won't do at all. You only have two fingers inside yourself.
Pick up the oil. Spread yourself open. Pour the oil over your cunt.
Her fingers slid back between her legs, and she spread the lips of her pussy open. She picked up the vial of oil and poured it slowly in a thin stream over her lips. The sensation of the cool oil dripping over her exposed clit and sliding down between my legs made her shiver, and a small pool of oil formed on the leather cushion of the couch, oozing down between the cheeks of her ass. She heard herself moan softly, as if from a great distance.
Now get three fingers in there.
She set down the small flask of oil and ran her fingertips lightly over her oily pussy. Her other hand crept up with a mind of its own to her breast, and her fingers clamped down tightly on her painfully hard nipple as she slid three fingers inside. She gasped and rocked her hips against her hand, driving the fingers deeper.
Spread yourself open. Angle your hips toward the camera. Let me see.
She rocked her hips forward, pushing her fingers deeper still and spreading them apart, forcing herself open. A feeling of vulnerability and exposure washed over her as she spread herself intimately for him, the cold eye of the camera peering deep into her.
Mmmmmm. Very nice, but we're still missing something.
Take the small vibrator out of the bag. Get the ky out too. Lube up the vibrator.
"Oh! Do you want me to.—"
She could feel her hands start to shake as she reached for the toy bag. She fumbled for a bit, then slowly withdrew the items; a small but powerful vibrator, a bit larger around than her thumb, and the tube of lube. She could still feel the oil squishing its way between her legs, and somehow she thought the KY would not really be necessary, but she knew better than to argue. Her hands trembled as she squeezed a thick ribbon of lubricating jelly along the hard plastic vibrator. "Do I—"
Yes. You know what to do...
She spread her legs again, tilting her hips to give the camera atop the laptop a better view as she pressed the blunt end of the vibrator against the entrance to her ass.
Good girl. All at once. Say you're a slut when you push it in.
Her cheeks suddenly flamed. "But—"
Do it. Say it loud. Push it in. Say you're a slut. Now!
She took a deep breath, then in one smooth motion, she slid the vibrator deep into her ass. "I'm a slut!" She cried. "Oh, God, I'm a slut!" she felt her anus close tightly around the invader. "I'm a dirty, filthy whore! Oh, my God!"
I whimpered. "No! I'll come!"
Turn it on. All the way. And don't you dare come.
The small vibrator is one of her favourite toys, but it's a source of torment as well; with the vibrator buzzing deep in her ass, it's almost impossible for her not to cumm. He is fond of using it to torment her, refusing to allow her to orgasm while making her masturbate with it.
She reached between her legs and turned the small knob on the base of the vibrator. It came to life instantly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Oh, oh God," she moaned, struggling to keep control.
I have a surprise for you. I didn't tell you earlier. I gave the address of the server to a friend of mine. He's been watching you, too. All evening.
"What??!" She suddenly sat bolt upright, her face flushing red. Embarrassment, shame, disbelief, and humiliation waged war inside her; she could feel the heat traveling up to her ears. And, buried deep down inside that shame...arousal? Her pussy twitched, and she suddenly became aware of how hard her nipples were. "You wouldn't!"
She covered her breasts with one arm, reaching for the robe lying on the floor. She turned away from the camera, trying to cover herself, hide herself from its stare...
Put the robe down. Take your arm away from your breasts.
She slowly dropped the robe, her eyes averted from the camera's hostile glare,.
Take your arm away from your breasts. Do it now.
Her face flushed even hotter as she slowly did as she was told, still not looking at the camera. She could feel the insistent buzz of the vibrator buried deep in her ass, and her shame battled with arousal. "Who—"
No. I'm not going to tell you. Don't you worry about it. He can't see what I'm typing, but he can see and hear you. Now turn toward the camera and spread your legs.
"No!" She said, her arms automatically covering her breasts again. "I can't."
Open the toy bag. Take out the speculum.
I am. That's what you get for saying "no" when I told you to turn toward the camera.
Are you going to say "no" again?
She shook her head, silently, her eyes downcast. Reaching for the toy bag, still turned away from the camera and with one arm covering her breasts, she reached into the toy bag, trembling, and withdrew the heavy silver speculum that he likes to use on her from time to time. Her heart thudded heavily; the idea that he would make her spread herself open like that with someone else watching mortified her. She tried to convince herself that he wouldn't really do that. Maybe he was bluffing; maybe there wasn't anyone else watching at all!
And yet... that thought didn't fill her with relief the way she expected it to. The idea that it was all a bluff—there was nobody else watching the cameras but him—actually triggered a stab of disappointment.
He'd teased her about it before, the idea of making her show off in front of other people, and the thought always filled her with dread, and...something else.
She suddenly became aware again of the vibrator buzzing in her anus, and without warning a dizzying wave of raw sexual arousal swept her body. She reached down automatically to touch herself, stopping suddenly with her hand halfway between her legs.
Jerking herself back to the real world, she snatched her hand away from her crotch and covered her breasts again. The chat window told her that he was composing a message, and her breath caught in her throat, waiting for him to tell her he'd made it up, it was a ruse to provoke a reaction out of her...
You are not doing what you are supposed to be doing. Put the speculum down on the couch next to you. Take your arm away from your breasts and sit facing the camera directly. Do not try to cover yourself.
She shuddered again, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. Turning toward the camera, her legs held tightly together, she slowly drew her arms away from her breasts. She could feel a strange pair of eyes on her, and she wondered what he was doing; was he aroused? Naked? Touching himself as he watched her?
She imagined him, sitting in a darkened room, watching her on his computer...watching her shower, watching as she ran her hands over her body, coveting her as she oiled herself up; she could picture him fantasizing about her as she masturbated, wanting her, hungering for her as she put on an obscene show for him. She began touching herself unconsciously, her hands squeezing and fondling her slippery breasts, and felt herself responding. The vibrator inside her worked its insistent magic, and she felt the familiar heat begin building within her.
She opened her eyes and looked at the screen.
Your hands are my hands. Remember?
She nodded, lost in the feelings inside her.
Put your hands on your knees. Force your legs apart. Nice and wide. Expose yourself. Let us see you.
She slid her hands down her body and over her legs, sensuously, then gripped her knees tightly, the way she knew he would. She pictured her mystery admirer, imagined how desperate he was to see her open her legs for him, visualized him leaning toward the glowing screen, eyes lit up with excitement. In one sudden motion, she pushed her legs apart, spreading them wide for the camera, exposing her oiled pussy and the end of the vibrator buried deep in her ass.
Grab the vibrator. Work it in and out. Fuck your ass.
She gripped the end of the vibrator tightly in both hands and began thrusting it in long, hard, savage strokes, rocking her hips on the couch to receive each thrust. With every thrust, she cried out, arching her back with desperate pleasure. Deep down inside, she felt shame and humiliation forming, as she imagined the watcher's eyes greedily devouring the sight.
"I'm a slut! I'm a dirty, filthy anal slut! Oh, God, I'm a dirty little cock whore!" The shame and humiliation grew as the words spilled out of her lips, shame not only for what she was saying and doing in front of a stranger but also for the fact that she wanted it, that knowing he was watching turned her on, that she wanted to fuck herself in the ass until she came for him. She wanted him to see her in the throes of orgasm as she violated herself, wanted him to know what a slut she was. "God, I'm so dirty, I want to come, please let me come!"
Take your hands away from your body.
A long howl of frustration and desperation and need ripped out of her as she stopped fucking hersellf. She grabbed the arms of the couch, her fingers digging into the soft leather as she struggled to stop the orgasm, to calm down. Her breathing came in ragged gasps as she lay there, Picturing him seeing her this way, oiled and sweaty and desperate with frantic, unreasoning arousal, almost sent her over the edge, and she dug her fingers harder into the sofa as the vibrator buzzed demonically, urging her on. She wanted to come so badly that for a moment, just for a moment, she considered giving in, and accepting whatever punishment she might receive for an unauthorized orgasm; then, slowly, she battled the feeling down, and finally felt it slip away from her.
Good. Good girl. Are you my slut?
She nodded wordlessly, panting.
"I'm your slut! I'm your obedient little fuck toy!" The words came surprisingly easily, much more easily than they normally do. He loves making her talk dirty, loves hearing her call herself all kinds of filthy names; and it excites her too, even though it's usually very difficult for her to do.
Yes, you are. Keep your legs apart. Take a dildo out of the toy bag. Put it down on the couch next to the speculum.
She reached into the toy bag and withdrew a large black dildo, deeply textured and veined, with a wide head. She set it on the couch next to the gynecological tool, her body still screaming its need.
I want to see how wet you are. Pick up the speculum. Push it deep inside you. Spread that dripping cunt wide open.
She felt herelf turn red, barely choking back the "No!" even as her hands found the cold metal instrument. She felt torn, struggling to stop herself from protesting as she watched her hands turn the speculum over and, as if in a dream, watched them shove it deep into her throbbing pussy. She heard herself scream as the cold, hard metal violated her, felt myself gasp and moan as her hands worked the lever, stretching her cruelly open, but somehow she felt detached from it too, as though the shock and discomfort were coming through a dream. The vibrator still in her ass made the metal speculum vibrate, sending ripples and shockwaves through her body. She wondered if the man watching her had ever seen a woman so exposed, had ever looked so deeply and intimately into her sex.
Look at you! You have creamy white juices just dripping out of you. I've been recording this evening's activities on my hard drive; I can hardly wait to watch it with you.
Instantly, the shame rose in her again, at the thought of watching herself so aroused by her responses to the unknown observer. She shrunk away from the camera, partly covering my breasts with her hands, her legs still spread.
We're not even close to being finished yet.
You still have more of a show to put on. Pick up the dildo.
She did as shewas bidden, grabbing the center of the thick silicone dildo with both hands.
Bring it up to your lips. Kiss the head.
Leave your legs spread. You're going to show him what a skilled oral slut you are, too. He's seen what you can do with your cunt and your ass. I want him to see what you can do with your mouth.
She started to speak, even as her hands rose automatically, bringing the thick head of the dildo to her mouth; what came out was a surprised and muffled squeak. An image of the watcher masturbating as he fantasized about bringing his cock to her mouth flashed through her mind, and she felt her body respond, her pussy twitching against the hard metal probes of the vibrating speculum. She felt an instant's confusion, believing for a brief millisecond that it was the head of his cock, and not a fake silicone penis, pressing against her lips.
Kiss it. Run your tongue around it. Make him want you.
She closed her eyes and parted her lips, bringing the head of the dildo partway into her mouth as she kissed it sensuously. Her tongue rolled over the head of the dildo, slowly, as she pictured herself bringing a warm, soft penis into hermouth.
Without warning or conscious thought, her hands twitched upward, pushing the dildo deeply into her mouth. A surprised moan, muffled by the dildo, escaped her. Her eyes flew open, halfway expecting to see someone else there in the room, pushing the dildo deeper, but she was alone.
Greedy girl! Look at that hungry mouth. You want it pretty bad, don't you? Suck that dildo. Show him how you like to suck cock.
She slid the dildo out of her mouth, very slowly, swirling my tongue around the head of the dildo as it slipped out from between her lips. Leaning back on the couch, she slid it into her mouth again, still very slowly. Her hand caressed the dildo, sliding sensuously up and down along the shaft as she drew the dildo deep into my throat. Her eyes closed again as she teased the dildo. Moving her mouth in long, slow strokes up and down.
cock into her mouth, running her tongue along the underside of his erect penis. She drew the dildo out of her mouth again, caressing the head with her tongue as she imagined herself teasing him, driving him insane with lust.
She felt her hips begin to move, thrusting slowly up and down, pressing the vibrator deeper and feeling the metal instrument stretching her open vibrate in turn. She moaned around the dildo, imagining herself taking his cock all the way into her mouth, feeling it at the back of her throat as she pressed the dildo deeper. She wanted to make him frantic; she wanted to make him as desperate and needy as she was, teasing him, bringing him to the edge, denying him release, over and over again until he grabbed her hair and thrust his cock harshly into her mouth. She wanted him to explode, coming deep in her mouth, gushing over and over again until it spilled from her lips and dripped down to her breasts. She wanted him to call her names, say dirty things to her as his come filled her mouth. She wanted...
She became aware that an orgasm was building rapidly, that she was moaning nonstop as she rammed the dildo into her mouth again and again, her hips bucking against the couch. She pulled the dildo from her mouth and screamed, grabbing her breasts tightly with her hands, her fingers digging in hard, twisting them, hoping the pain would help her focus on not coming. Her eyes squeezed shut and the dildo fell neglected to the couch as she struggled against the orgasm, feeling her pussy beginning to contract painfully around the speculum forcing it open.
Finally, the feeling peaked and ebbed, leaving her shaking and gasping, so close to orgasm that in that instant she felt she would give anything, absolutely anything, just to be allowed to cum. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked blearily at the computer screen, barely able to focus.
Take the speculum and the vibrator out.
She reached down and pulled the instrument out of her pussy, not bothering to close it first; she shrieked as the metal paddles slipped out. She pulled the vibrator out in one smooth motion, gasping again, and turned it off. She collapsed against the back of the sofa, panting hard, feeling achingly empty.
Now listen to me very closely. I am about to give you some instructions. I expect you to obey these instructions to the letter. Do you understand?
She nodded weakly, unable to speak.
Good. First, I want you to shut down the live video feed, and set the camera on your laptop to record to disk instead.
In exactly five minutes, there will be a knock at the door. You will cross over to the door and open it wide. Do not get dressed. Do not attempt to cover or hide yourself in any way.
A man will be there. Let him in. You will do whatever he tells you. You will let him do whatever he pleases to you. The cameras will record the entire thing. I will not be watching. You and he will be alone.
"What??!!" She sat bolt upright. Fear, shame, and humiliation swept over her in a wave, and she felt her nipples harden again.
When I come home, I will watch the recording you have made. I will expect to see you give your body to him completely.
After he is finished with you and he has left, message me and turn the your camera back on and let me see you. I will be waiting.
The chat program flashed a message to tell me her had signed off. She sat on the couch trembling, fear and lust and need battling within her. Slowly, she reached out to the computer and did as she had been instructed, shutting down the video feeds and setting the camera to record to disk. Then, shaking, she waited.
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