[Runesmith]

This time the answer took less than a minute. "Is that a wet spot I see? You must be oozing a lot to soak through those granny style incontinence grade undies... Now, be a good slut, and pull the crotch aside and show me your cunt."

A hot flush of embarrassment spread through Lynn's body, seeming to settle on her face, and that place between her legs. It was not just because the man had seen the wet spot, created in the first place by his demands. It was not just because of the demeaning tone of the last message, nor the dirty word he had called her, nor that word he had used for her lady parts - again. There was something else - a dirty excitement, just like that time she and Rob had made that video. This was something dirty. Showing her... her lady parts (she couldn't bring herself to even think of that word he had called it) to a total stranger on the internet was disgusting... and taboo. And yet, the thought of that stranger looking at it, admiring it, and maybe even pleasuring himself while looking at it, filled her with a taboo tingling excitement, and her lady parts were responding in a way they had never done when she watched porn and masturbated.

Lynn dropped the phone on the couch, and after almost tripping over the pajama pants lying on the ground, paced about the room nervously, trying to get this crazy thought out of her head - the thought of actually complying with the order she had received. That's when she felt, with each step, the weird feeling of her lady parts rubbing together while dripping wet. She pulled her panties down and let them fall. The panty crotch was soaked in her juices. Leaving the panties lying there, Lynn padded back to the couch. Before her front brain could talk her out of it, she picked up the phone and opened the app. Placing one foot up on the couch, she placed the camera between her legs and tapped the button. This time, she clicked "Send" without even looking. She knew it would be everything he wanted.

A minute later, the phone buzzed. "Excellent," read the message. "That's even better than what I asked for. I can see how wet you are. Mmm... I can almost smell your arousal. This has turned you on more than you ever thought it would, hasn't it?"

That was true. There was no way she could deny it. This was not the Lynn she knew. This was someone else, and that... that slut... was getting wet from this.

The second message followed less than a minute later. "That's enough adventure for today. Now for your reward - masturbate now. It will feel incredible."

That first sentence filled her with contradictory feelings - relief that it was over, and disappointment that it was over. She realized that she was rubbing herself... in the middle of the living room with one foot on the couch. The man was right. The orgasm was out of this world. Not like those lacklustre orgasms she got from masturbating to porn. She lay on the couch, basking in the glow, like some shameless slut.

She picked up the phone and looked at the photo she had sent. It showed more details of her down below than she herself had ever seen. The long, dirty blonde pubic hair had soaked and matted with the juice seeping between the gaping lips, a drop of which hung from one of the lips, gittering like a lightly milky opalescent bead. The clitoris was obscenely swollen, peeking out from its hood.

Then she saw the last message again, and realized the significance of the words "for today."