And this, showing myself to countless people all at once, being able to see from the cam of Hardguy exactly what impact I was having, this was thrilling in the extreme. Despite myself, I began to get drawn into the thrill of the moment.

"gorgeous," Hardguy wrote. Behind the chatroom tab a rash of new PM tabs appeared, one on top of the other, a seemingly contagious sweep of unwanted and unreadable messages. Even if I wanted to, they were coming so fast I couldn't react to them all. My Master laboriously deleted them all and changed my profile to refuse PMs. Now only Hardguy was left.

"Thanks," my Master replied on my behalf.

"you've really got me hard now." And so I had. He had focussed his cam on his nether regions, and his cock, huge and hard, dominated the screen. In truth, I don't think I would have liked it in real life, because it was so large it would have been uncomfortable, but watching him stroke it was distinctly arousing.

"play with them," he directed. Almost without thinking, I moved my hand to my chest and slid my fingers over my left areola, slipping my nipple between the index and middle fingers, feeling them graze against the sensitive skin of the nipple. I squeezed my breast, cupping my hand around it, sliding down beneath it and pushing it upwards, then reaching up and tweaking my aching nipple with my thumb and forefinger, twisting it and turning, deliciously painful, delightfully sweet. My eyes flicked between my own cam and Hardguy's and I was lost to the moment, breathless and intent.

"nice," he wrote. "dyou like what you see??"

"mmm yes," I replied. My Master watched me with wry amusement. Up till now he had been replying, but this time I got there before he had a chance.

"Enjoying yourself, little Harriet?" he asked rhetorically. "I thought this might appeal to my little exhibitionist madam." All the while, a stream of comments were appearing in the general chatroom and it was evident I was making an impact.

"harriet turn round"

"show us your pussy hun"

"fantastic tiny tits, harriet001"

"show us your toes"

Toes? Well, I thought, it takes all sorts. I was more interested in Hardguy though, and returned to his PM tab.

"r u going to make me cum?" he asked.

"Don't know," I replied. "How would I do that?"

"keep doing what youre doing, thatll be just fine"

Both of my hands were on my breasts now, slowly kneading them, fingernails scraping sensuously across my areolae, the tips of my fingers stroking the length of my nipples. My Master adjusted the cam once more, moving it back so that my face and breasts were in view together. The pensive, alarmed look I had worn earlier had, I noticed, been replaced by one of flushed concentration. My skin was tingling, a hot wave of excitement raising a bloom of sweat down my forearms and back. My right hand slid down my breast onto my stomach, the fingers tickling lazily down to my belly button and down, down towards my pussy. All the while, I watched as Hardguy wanked his huge cock and the knowledge that he was watching me at the same time sent an extra shiver down my spine.

My fingers brushed through the light bristle of my trimmed bush, delighting in their familiar path across the podgy expanse of my mons towards my slit. I was wet, my lips puffed and expectant and my clitoris hardening beneath its protective hood. I grazed my finger across my lips, sending crazed lightning flashes of elevation through my body. I exhaled loudly, biting my lip.

"what r u doing," Hardguy wrote.

"Playing with myself," I replied, one-handed.

"Show me"

My Master looked at me wryly. An hour before, if he had suggested to me that I would flash my pussy on the internet for millions to see, I would have laughed at him. I would have told him it was impossible, that I would never do it. Even ten minutes ago, when I first entered the chatroom and the implications of my Master's plan became clear to me, I would have drawn the line at this. But here, now, I was turned on by the situation in which I found myself, turned on by the anonymous, shared experience I was exploring with Hardguy, by the curious, mutual sexual charge we were lighting in one another despite being separated by thousands of miles. I turned to my Master.

And nodded.

He adjusted the cam once more, pointing the round fish-eye lower and lower, directly at my pussy. Holding my breath, I looked at the screen. And there I was, there was my pussy, there was my body, my excitement writ large in the abandon of my limbs. I watched curiously as my fingers crawled over my pussy, feeling the sensations and observing them as completely separate acts. My Master moved the cam to provide a long shot of my entire body, and the cam captured me sprawled on the chair, one hand fixed to my pussy and the other gripped around my breast.

Hardguy, meanwhile was crouched forward and beating his meat furiously, and I knew that he was about to come.

"Do it for me big guy," I typed. "Let me see you come for me."

That seemed to do the trick. An instant later a long, beautiful, white trail of semen streamed out of his cock, its furious progress frozen into a stately arc by the time delay of the cam, the moment of his release perfectly captured by the all-seeing eye. He pumped on and on, drawing every last ounce of satisfaction from the moment, all the while staring straight ahead, at my cam, I hoped, and finally, spent, he sank back in his chair.

"Wow," he wrote. "babe that sure was something. hope to see more of you." And with that he disappeared.

Frustrated, I stared at the screen. My Master reverted to the chatroom tab, where the messages were still coming through thick and fast.

"close up, harriet"

"turn round le me see your ass"

At a rough guess I figured there were around sixty people in the room. And as I appeared to be the only woman I reckoned that the majority of them would be watching me. That meant maybe fifty people were observing, no doubt playing with themselves, as I stroked my pussy lips and performed for them. Around the word dozens of guys were hard, dozens of guys were about to come, dozens of guys were ogling my naked body. I spread my legs and sat back, allowing the impact of that fact to sink in. My fingers stroked and cajoled my pussy lips, grazing inside and squeezing gently, while my thumb rolled over and over my clitoris, the nail skirting round its base, threatening, tormenting, and with a moan and a sigh and a tight, squeezed scream I propelled myself to a furious climax.