Whatever, I was hooked.

My Master observed how turned on I had been by the session and, as is his wont, began to devise plans to capitalise on it, knowing that I would be compliant and my treacherous libido would force me to submit to anything. The first I knew that he was plotting something was when he came home with a second webcam, this one with an extra long cable.

"Another one?" I asked.

"Yep, another one," he replied mysteriously, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips.

"Going to show me off in stereo?"

"Something like that." I could tell he wasn't going to enlighten me, and remained silent as he linked up the cam to his own PC, in the opposite corner of the room. We had recently installed broadband, and one of the benefits was that both our PCs could be linked to the net at the same time, with virtually no reduction in speed. As my Master needed his PC for work this was important. He quickly completed the task and logged into BMS using his own name of Master001.

"Log in," he told me.

I did so, typing in Harriet001 and my password. My Master told me to go to the Freezone area and bring up my own cam on screen. Again, I complied and, once there, I could see his name on the list of room members.

"Click on my cam," he said. I selected his name and immediately his cam appeared on my screen, just below my own. And on his cam was a view of my own back.

"You're pointing it at me," I said.

"Yes, you're on both cams now. Front view and back view."

"Hmm, that's interesting." I didn't really understand the implications.

"Train your camera so it shows your head and body, down to your stomach." I adjusted my cam and my Master checked the image on his PC. He nodded. "Now take off your trousers and panties and spread your legs." Again, I complied.

"Do you want me to lower my camera, Master?"

"Certainly not. Now tell the room you are about to play with yourself until you come." I typed in the instruction and immediately the room exploded with messages.

I began to stroke my already puffing lips, grazing my nail against them, curling my index and middle fingers up and down, first outside, then across the surface, then sliding inside, where the hot, damp traces of excitement were already forming. I watched the screen, observing the dreamy, contented look which crossed my face as I settled into my rhythm. My arms could be seen, moving gently, but the source of the action, my pussy, remained tantalisingly out of view.

"lower your cam"

"harriet001 let me see your cunt"

"harriet are you playing with youself let me see"

"lower cam now"

As I continued to frig myself and the flush of excitement washed over my chest and face, the guys grew more agitated and the requests to show what I was doing became more insistent. I settled back in my chair and worked on my clitoris, rolling my thumb round and round, over and across its hood and scratching my nails deep beneath it, dragging them as close as I dared to the stimulated bud itself. Although I can't bare much contact on my clit, the area just below it is amazingly sensitive and the painful pleasure of digging my nail in is one of the most exciting sensations I know. I tossed my head back, giving myself over to satisfaction.

Behind me, I could hear my Master moving, and I looked down to see him at my knees. In his hand he had his webcam and he carefully placed it on the scanner, pointing it directly at me. I looked up at my screen and the lower of the webcams, my Master's, gradually came into focus.

And it was focussed on my pussy.

It was less than a yard from me, and my glistening and swollen lips appeared in glorious close-up on the screen. I watched as my fingers slid and slithered around my pussy, fingertips concentrating on their steady stimulation of my lips and clit. With my left hand I spread my lips, affording an uninterrupted view of my pink and reddened cunt.

"harriet show us"

"harriet001 let me see you. lower cam"

And with a rush of realisation, I knew what my Master had done. On the Harriet001 cam our voyeurs could get a close up of my face, could see my pending orgasm written in my features, could guess at what I was doing just out of camera shot. But what they craved, the image they most desired, was available not on the Harrriet001 cam, but on my Master's, on Master001. Harriet the slave girl still belonged to her Master, and he shared her with the room on his own terms. Because my Master's cam was listed as a male user, it was unlikely that anyone other than gay guys would be checking it, and presumably they would have little interest in my show.

"harriet don't tease us. show what u're doing"

I looked at my Master and smiled. I was showing them, if only they knew, if only they realised. I was showing everything I had and none of my devoted audience could see it. I flashed my middle finger in and out of my pussy, sliding it against my lips, while my index and fourth finger tweaked and cajoled my aching clit. I was breathing hard, and on the cam my heaving chest, red face and open mouth testified to the fact I was about to come. I looked at the lower cam, watching my hand hover over my pussy, the delicate dance of my fingers across my sodden lips.

"Check Master001's cam," my Master wrote.

The tension was building inside me. Ripples of pleasure were developing in my womb and gaining force as they cascaded through my body, down my thighs and up into my chest. I watched the screen, trying at once to take in the view of my face and my pussy, and watch the conversation in the chatroom.

"oh wow, yes"

"harriet is that u on master001"

And as my audience finally found me, a climax erupted in my body, sizzling through my veins and bones and sinews. My fingers flashed against my clit, scratching furiously either side of it, and I let out a shriek of emotion as the sensations pulsed through me, vivid and sharp and electric.