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I've been able to do it for a while, control my body like that, but never had anyone that compliments it intentionally. My skin is on fire and everything is tingling. I feel short of breath and can't contain the little whimpers and moans that escape my being. You're not even physically present, that's the biggest mind-fuck; you're in my head.

I watch you; watch your sly and mischievous smile, the way your body moves when you know you're turning me on, your hand not only teasing your cock but also my entire body, from the inside out. This is just our first time watching each other on webcam and the thought of future sessions fill me with a painful anticipation that I feel in the pit of my stomach. If this is what the first time is like, imagine what it'd be like after we really got inside each other's heads, I think to myself.

I can feel every word you type. It courses through me like some kind of virus, infecting one body part at a time. I have both elbows on my desk and I rest my head on my hands because it feels like too much effort to keep it upright when these feelings are dancing within me. I see you watching me struggle, watching my breath quicken, watching my sighs as I try to control myself. I see the pleasure in your eyes, you know I'm squirming and it's all because of you.

The first instruction is for me to remove my pants, which of course, I do, followed by, "Show me your bare thigh". I stand, showing my pale white thighs that contrast against my black underwear. "Sit down and spread your legs as wide as you can, you may touch anywhere from your knee to the top of your thigh". I reply with, "Yes, Sir" and do as I'm told. The feeling of my own hand brushing my bare skin is electric, and knowing that it's not actually me controlling it is the best kind of mental rush.

"I'm a dirty little slut," I repeat whilst looking into the webcam. The first time wasn't clear enough so you order me to say it again. Giving you this power gives me a rush that I haven't had in a very long time. "What kind of girl tells a stranger she's a dirty little slut?" you ask, and I blush and feel myself almost flirting with a feeling of shame, but you continue to say, "My kind of girl, that's who" and relief sweeps through me.

You order me to open my mouth and I instantly feel shy, almost silly, that this is all over the internet, but I do it anyway. You command me to open it wider and bring your cock closer to the webcam. My body trembles imagining what could be and I instantly become wetter. "Did I say you could close your mouth? Hands on knees" I do as I'm told because I know I haven't followed instructions well, and the eagerness to please has taken over.

I'm told to touch my neck how I would want you to touch it. My neck has always been incredibly responsive to touch and as soon as my fingernails come in contact with it, I shudder, gasp and feel my nipples harden; so close to orgasm without even touching my most intimate body part. You call me a good girl for doing what I'm told and I inhale sharply again; those two words instantly turn me on and send me closer to climax.

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I've been able to do it for a while, control my body like that, but never had anyone that compliments it intentionally. My skin is on fire and everything is tingling. I feel short of breath and can't contain the little whimpers and moans that escape my being. You're not even physically present, that's the biggest mind-fuck; you're in my head.

I watch you; watch your sly and mischievous smile, the way your body moves when you know you're turning me on, your hand not only teasing your cock but also my entire body, from the inside out. This is just our first time watching each other on webcam and the thought of future sessions fill me with a painful anticipation that I feel in the pit of my stomach. If this is what the first time is like, imagine what it'd be like after we really got inside each other's heads, I think to myself.

I can feel every word you type. It courses through me like some kind of virus, infecting one body part at a time. I have both elbows on my desk and I rest my head on my hands because it feels like too much effort to keep it upright when these feelings are dancing within me. I see you watching me struggle, watching my breath quicken, watching my sighs as I try to control myself. I see the pleasure in your eyes, you know I'm squirming and it's all because of you.

The first instruction is for me to remove my pants, which of course, I do, followed by, "Show me your bare thigh". I stand, showing my pale white thighs that contrast against my black underwear. "Sit down and spread your legs as wide as you can, you may touch anywhere from your knee to the top of your thigh". I reply with, "Yes, Sir" and do as I'm told. The feeling of my own hand brushing my bare skin is electric, and knowing that it's not actually me controlling it is the best kind of mental rush.

"I'm a dirty little slut," I repeat whilst looking into the webcam. The first time wasn't clear enough so you order me to say it again. Giving you this power gives me a rush that I haven't had in a very long time. "What kind of girl tells a stranger she's a dirty little slut?" you ask, and I blush and feel myself almost flirting with a feeling of shame, but you continue to say, "My kind of girl, that's who" and relief sweeps through me.

You order me to open my mouth and I instantly feel shy, almost silly, that this is all over the internet, but I do it anyway. You command me to open it wider and bring your cock closer to the webcam. My body trembles imagining what could be and I instantly become wetter. "Did I say you could close your mouth? Hands on knees" I do as I'm told because I know I haven't followed instructions well, and the eagerness to please has taken over.

I'm told to touch my neck how I would want you to touch it. My neck has always been incredibly responsive to touch and as soon as my fingernails come in contact with it, I shudder, gasp and feel my nipples harden; so close to orgasm without even touching my most intimate body part. You call me a good girl for doing what I'm told and I inhale sharply again; those two words instantly turn me on and send me closer to climax.