Online Escapades Part 1 [F25/M28] [Short] [Webcam] [Submissive] [BDSM] [Object] [Control] [Dom]
Unfortunately, this tale does not slowly burn. It's on fire from the first line...
My fingers are spreading my cheeks, bent over, knees pressed against the desk chair, and my face squished up on the black plastic headrest. It's beyond uncomfortable, and I feel my thighs burning from the awkward position. Nothing is on my skin, and the late night air is biting at me.
I'm in bliss.
The camera is pointing straight at my spread cheeks. With a clear definition of my ass and all of what is on display.
He's not speaking. All I can hear is the tapping from his keyboard. Click click click click click in my ears.
I've been in this position for maybe fifteen minutes, but it could be much shorter or longer.
Of course, I can't move to check.
He's not in the room, or even the same city. So, I could move. Nothing physically is stopping me. I could just get straight up from this uncomfortable position, stretch out my stinging limbs, and grab a glass of much-needed water.
I could, but I won't. Not until he says.
A year ago, I thought I was outrageous sending a blurry cleavage picture to him. Me, pretending I wanted him to make sure it wasn't too much to go outside in. Playing the innocent act, that my modesty must be of high priority for me. It wasn't, but to actually tell him straight, that I desperately want him to look at me, that's not who I was.
I can hear his breath, I try to follow it along with my own.
I wonder if he's looking at me now? If I bend further down, will it catch his attention?
This is humiliating, and with that thought, warmth rushes between my thighs. I'm drenched, and my fingers are still firmly gripping tight, digging into the soft swell of my ass.
He comes across as respectful and full of praise for my photo. Not showing at all what his cards are. Some ways, he is treating me as a close friend full of admiration and support. Truthfully, it's beyond annoying, I wanted a rush, a detailed script of how this blurry photo has got him rock hard, and he needs me to show him more.
All I get is respect.
'Ben, do you think I'm attractive?'
I hit send.I go all in. Throw my cards out and let it hit him in the face.
Ben is typing...
Posted Apr 15, 2025, 7:35 PM UTC