[IceMaiden]

Waiting in the taxi for her is one of the hardest decisions I have made so far. It wouldn't have taken too much to be inside the factory, my hands on her beautiful, naked flesh. Another driver would have made it simple. Part of me regrets the decision, and that part throbs uncomfortably between my legs for the half hour or so she is gone. It is a very long corridor, and the hands wont make her journey any easier. But two things prevented me. The first is that I didn't want her alone and vulnerable with any man but me. The sheer number of perverts in the warehouse actually kept her safe, as did the live feed to my phone. Also, when I first lay hands on her, it will be she and me alone. I have no plans of competing for a grope with a score of strangers.

The throb of my erection almost uncomfortable as a light appears in the doorway, my slut exiting fast. Ok. Maybe I did pull the car another few meters away, giving me precious seconds more to watch the wild, carefree bounce of her impressively large boobs as she runs. As the taxi door slams behind her, I start the engine. In no real hurry to pull away, I surreptitiously study her in the rear view mirror. I wonder how much of that bright red flush is exertion, how much embarrassment. My gaze moves lower as I pull away. Maybe she can argue the flush is from exercise, but the damp stains on her inner thighs will take a little more explaining.

Dropping her home, I stop on the wrong side of the street, making her cross the road to flee into her house. Smiling to myself as I watch her turn. As soon as the cab door closes, I turn on the interior light, my face and identity fully exposed to her retreating arse. Risky, I know, but I have a feeling she isn't going to look over her shoulder so close to safety.

As her door slams shut, I pull off quickly, I want to get home soon. Still, I am only a couple of miles away, and breaking the speed limit sees me at my computer inside five minutes, logged in and waiting for her to open the envelope. I send a quick email when I am ready, instructing her to do so.

Inside she will find a note and another envelope.

“Do not open the second envelope without permission, my little slut. I will tell you when. For tonight, all you need to do is go to the website listed at the bottom of this note. Username: Slut. Password: dripping."

I have the site set up with a monitor. My computer will tell me when she logs in, and display on my screen what she selects on hers. I will know what she looks at, for how long. The clever little site also hacks her webcam. I will know what she does when she watches.

The first thing I do upon entering the house is head into my room to grab a robe and slip it on. It's not any use now of course, but it still makes me feel better. My mind is going a dozen miles a minute and I'm still in a little shock over what just happened. Before I can even attempt to formulate coherent thoughts the incoming mail alert on my phone has me checking it frantically. Surely he doesn't want me to do something else like that? I'm not sure how much more my heart can take.

I relax as I scan over the email and take the envelope from my bag where I'd hastily placed it once getting back in the taxi. In my rush to open it I rip part of the envelope and force myself to be more careful. Pulling out a piece of paper and another envelope I glance over the contents of the paper and then place the other envelope on the bedside cabinet.

This task doesn't seem so bad. Of course I thought that about the last one too. At least I don't have to leave the comfort of my bedroom this time. I'd originally been planning to shower once home as between my thighs were still soaked and even I was beginning to be able to smell my arousal, but curiosity wins out and I turn on the computer.

As I wait for it to load up I think back over the last couple of hours and even as I feel my cheeks heat up my hand slips between the robe and onto my pussy. As I recall the groping hands and helplessness to stop them I moan quietly as I work my hand faster. It's only mere seconds before I have to pull my hand away before I can't contain the orgasm any longer.

Sitting myself at the computer desk I copy the site from the paper into the URL and log myself in, blushing as I enter the username and password he chose for me. As the site opens and grants me access I stare in disbelief, too stunned for words. I was expecting some sort of porn site but not....this.

I scroll down the page, my eyes widening the further I get. How is this even possible? I click on the forward arrow which takes me to the next page and I close my eyes. Maybe when I open them this wont be happening. Nope, no such luck. It still glares back at me and I feel like I am being mocked.

My eyes skim over the pages and I realize there are hundreds of photos. Of me. During the last few hours. Photos from every possible angle. Dozens of videos complement the photos. Every single one of them are of me too. From leaving the house and entering the taxi, to returning home again. Every move is captured in both photos and videos and proudly displayed. I go through the videos and come across the one I was hoping by some miracle wouldn't be there. One of my walk down the corridor. I hit play and watch myself on the monitor. Realizing what this site was, at first I was horrified. But watching this particular clip...

My pussy moistens and my hand slips beneath the robe again, desperately seeking out that little bundle of nerves. There's no need for a warm up, I'm instantly teetering on the edge as I watch nameless hands reach out to use my body. As I get to the part where the dress rips entirely and falls to the floor I squirm as I see the sudden ferocity of the hands on my naked skin. And it's at exactly this point, the point where the hands are callous and rough and multiple that tips me over the edge. I realize I can't stop it, I am too far gone. And as I watch myself be little more than a body only being used for others pleasure and entertainment the orgasm hits me hard. Hard enough for me to see stars as the intensity of it cuts off my oxygen for several long moments.

As I come down from the orgasm breathing hard and feeling my entire pussy tingling I'm left wondering what the hell just happened. I don't have too long to think about it as the words "one new email" flash across the computer screen.