Free DangerousLust by Lila Dubois

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    Master Clay’s voice made me jump. I lunged for my laptop,
turning down the volume. I didn’t want my suitemates to hear a man’s voice
coming from my room.
    There was now a second “person” in the meeting room. Under
the video feed of me was a little note that said “this user has disabled video
sharing.” It appeared this would be a one-way show.
    I typed in the chat window. Hello, Master Clay.
    He typed his reply. The camera has a microphone.
    I chewed on my lip, then picked up the camera and slowly
spun it around so he could see my room, in particular my roommate’s bed.
    Is your roommate there?
    No, Master Clay, but my suitemates are. They’re in the
common room.
    I understand. We will communicate in the chat window, but
I want you to turn on the microphone so I may hear your reactions.
    I breathed a sigh of relief and enabled the mic function. Thank
you, Master Clay.
    You’re welcome, Leona. As I said, I respect your privacy
and your need to protect yourself and your future. Now why don’t you take a
step back so I can see you.
    I grimaced. I was not looking my sexiest at the moment. Turning
my laptop, I got off the bed and took a few step backs. I examined myself in
the video image. My hair was pulled back with clips and I wasn’t wearing any
makeup. I had on a lettered sweatshirt and jeans with fuzzy socks.
    I shrugged and waved a little.
    You’re lovely, Leona. I forget how young you are.
    I didn’t know how to respond to that. Was the fact that I
was young good or bad?
    Remove your clothing.
    And just like that my mood went from slightly uncomfortable
and anxious to aroused.
    I started with my socks, quickly stripping them off, then
unfastening my jeans and wiggling out of them. I was wearing blue cotton
boy-short panties. They were a far cry from the black silk and lace he’d gotten
me.
    Next was my sweatshirt. I wasn’t wearing anything under it.
My bra was white cotton with blue polka dots.
    I paused, suddenly nervous.
    Leona, I’m waiting.
    I held up one finger, ran to the door to make sure it was
locked, then ran back.
    Remembering that he’d said not to go off camera I typed, making
sure the door was locked, then stripped off my bra and panties in quick
movements.
    Standing naked in my room was very different from standing
naked in the Marquis’ Quarters. I felt more exposed in the overhead fluorescent
light. Standing here like this I couldn’t pretend I was someone else, some
elegant, sexy version of myself. I was just Leona—Leona who was naked and
taking orders from a Dom via webcam.
    It’s time to begin. The hour starts when both the clamps
and plug are in place. Please move the camera to make sure I have a good view.
    I climbed onto the mattress and set my laptop on my dresser,
which was at the foot of the bed. I looked at the things on the comforter and
decided to start with the nipple clamps. Picking up the webcam, I held it in my
left hand, pointing it at my breasts. I watched the screen, watched as my
fingers plucked at each nipple, pulling and twisting until they were hard.
    When I was ready I grabbed the clamps. Using my right hand
while the left moved the camera, I opened the stiff clamp and positioned it
over my nipple. Bit by bit I released it, the plastic-covered tips closing on
my sensitive flesh. They were tight and I hissed in pain.
    Does that hurt?
    Unable to type, I moved the camera until it showed my face
and nodded.
    Good. Do the other nipple. Quickly.
    I obeyed, clamping my other breast. I was breathing hard as
my nipples throbbed with pain. Now I understood why he’d wanted the mic.
    Now I want you to kneel on the bed. Put the laptop where
you can read what I type, but position the camera behind you so I can see your
ass.
    After a minute of maneuvering I had the camera propped on
one of the posts of the bed, my laptop near my shoulders, as close to my head
as the length of the camera cord would allow. I pulled my knees up under me in
a sort of child’s