BDSM Story: My Webcam Slave

My gaze went to the clock, which still showed 19:45. Just like the last three times I had looked at it. The damn hands seemed to crawl.
As every evening, we had a date for 20:00 in the chat room. Showing up there before then didn't fit my role, so I practiced patience, even if it was hard.


This afternoon I had received a mail from the mail order company. The collar I had bought for her had been delivered today. Shortly after, I had called up her dress list and ordered my slave by mail how she had to appear before me tonight.

Another glance at the clock revealed that just five minutes had passed. Silently cursing, I got up from my seat, went to the computer and turned it on. By now I had a very vivid gallery of my sissy. In every single photo she wore the clothes I had chosen for her, used the toy I had chosen and remained in a pose I had prescribed.

By looking at the delicious pictures, I could certainly pass the next ten minutes well. Besides, the photos functioned as a first-class appetizer.

Previous story

Two months ago I had come across her profile photo in a relevant SM chat. The black and white picture showed a pretty, young girl, whom I spontaneously assigned to the Gothic direction. Her profile was rather meaningless, as it is with many newcomers in the chat.

Only an approximate age was given and a profile text was completely missing. Nevertheless, she was explicitly marked as submissive in her profile and so I decided to write to her.

Not even two minutes later I got a reply, which turned into an evening-long chat. At first I talked to her innocuously about music and clothes. She actually belonged to the gothic scene, was sweet nineteen years old and didn't seem to mind the ten year age difference to me. Stupidly, it turned out that we lived over 800 km away from each other.

It hadn't taken long for her to change the subject on her own and want to talk about sex and S&M. She had discovered her first submissive tendencies, but had hardly been able to gain any experience so far. She was very curious and absorbed all too readily everything I could report about SM.

Less than an hour later, we both turned on our webcams and she received my first instructions, which she complied with immediately. This was followed by two months in which we spent several hours together almost every night and the nineteen-year-old gothic woman earned the right to call herself my slave.

The virtual meeting

Finally it was time to enter the chat room. The cam of my slave was already turned on. With a double click I enlarged the picture to the whole screen, leaned back in my chair and enjoyed the sight.

As always, she was sitting at her desk in front of her PC, so I could see her from the waist up. She was wearing the black leather collar and a green bra to go with it. Her long black hair was tied back in a tight braid. She sat upright so that her breasts were clearly visible in the camera picture.

Her head was slightly lowered, her gaze submissively directed at the camera. Everything was exactly as I had ordered. With the hint of a smile, I brought her picture back to normal size and typed in the first message.

Shortly after, she was beaming all over, thanking me artfully for the collar and writing to tell me how much she liked it.
"What about the other restraints?" I looked at her questioningly.
She proudly raised her forearms to the camera and presented the black Velcro wrist restraints she was wearing as instructed.

"What kind of music are you playing?"
The question made her grin. "Gothic rock."
"Is the nine-tails handy?"
The look on her face revealed that she wasn't expecting that question, at least not yet at this point. Nevertheless, she retrieved the desired toy and held the whip up to the camera.

"Turn the music up a bit, stand up and dance for me. While you're at it, you may use the nine-tails as you see fit." I undid the top two buttons of my shirt and made myself comfortable on my chair.
My slave rose and now I could see that she was wearing the green thong and stockings without straps, as ordered.

She indicated a bow, turned around and bent forward so that I could admire all the splendor of her buttocks. As if she could guess my thoughts, she began gyrating her hips. Knowing how much I liked looking at her slave ass, she took an extra long time before turning her face back to the camera.

Holding the nine-tailed between both palms, she guided the shaft to her mouth, which opened expectantly. Just before the toy reached her lips, she enclosed the shaft with her right hand and slapped her breasts in turn.

Now she took the shaft of the nine-tails in her mouth and used her free hands to open the clasp of her bra and to get rid of the garment. For a while she stopped moving so that I could admire the sight of her now bare bosom. Was it just my imagination, or were her nipples actually stretching out towards me?

With a skillful swing of her hips, she stepped up to just in front of the camera and held a purple dildo into view. "As instructed, I have written your name on it. May I use it for you?"
Deprived of the ability to speak, I nodded. My slave repositioned her camera so that it was pointing at her bed.

Holding the dildo in her hand, she reclined on the sheet and removed her panties. As I could see, she was already wet.
With her legs spread, she positioned herself on the sheet so that I had a good view of what was happening. All too clearly she moaned my name while inserting the dildo.

I straightened further forward in my chair and tried to blink as little as possible. Damn, this girl really knew what I was into.

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