The clock ticked away, and Wednesday night finally arrived, casting an air of anticipation.
Milane was buzzing with excitement as she prepared for the night ahead. She had even indulged in a little splurge, choosing a sultry black corset from Victoria's Secret. With her phone securely mounted on a tripod, positioned perfectly in front of a mirror, she could admire her own allure throughout the session. As a conscientious employee, she activated the app's streaming mode before the clock struck midnight, ever the proactive professional. After all, as any diligent employee knows, it's wise to arrive early, even in unconventional situations.
Spotting that she had a bit of time to spare before the clock's chime, Milane slipped into the bathroom to perfect her hair and makeup. Little did she know that a tiny notification had popped up on the app just as she left the room.
On the other side of the virtual connection, Lucas was nervously eyeing the clock. Rarely had he felt such eagerness to meet someone. He paced around his room, much like a lovestruck boy anticipating a meeting with his sweetheart. Taking a deep breath, he checked his appearance in the mirror, then decided to switch on the app and wait for Master M to appear.
As the app's screen flickered to life, Lucas was met with an astonishing sight. His eyes widened in disbelief as he beheld Master M clad in a seductive black corset. The garment clung snugly to her waist, accentuating her curves in the most captivating manner. He marveled at how her delicate waistline effortlessly supported her voluptuous allure. His gaze followed as she leaned forward, unveiling an even more tantalizing view of her cleavage. His cheeks flushed a vibrant crimson, and yet, he was utterly transfixed by this breathtaking spectacle.
She appeared to be oblivious to his gaze, caught up in her own world as she hummed a tune and checked herself out in the mirror. It was a side of her that his dominant master persona wouldn't typically reveal to him.
"Oh! Forgot about my lipstick! Gotta put on a bright red one!" she exclaimed to herself with a playful tone.
She walked away from the mirror and the camera, leaving Lucas leaning forward in curiosity. He was keen to see her unmasked face. However, his curiosity was met with a twinge of disappointment. The cautious Milane had already put her mask back on while she was in the bathroom earlier.
However, any lingering disappointment was swiftly replaced by a new captivation. His gaze remained locked on the screen as he watched her gracefully bend to retrieve a fallen lipstick from the floor. The curve of her ample and enticing backside beckoned his imagination, and a rush of desire surged through him. Milane's body seemed to move in harmony with the rhythm of her humming, each swaying motion stoking the flames of his yearning. The tightness in his trousers grew more pronounced with every twist and turn, leaving him teetering on the edge of a tantalizing precipice.
Amid this internal struggle, he felt like a peeking tom, overwhelmed by the intense urge to look away, yet unable to resist the captivating scene.A tumultuous mix of emotions brewed within him – the weight of his education and social conditioning reminding him of the boundaries he was transgressing. He knew, logically, that he should inform her and avert his eyes, but he found himself paralyzed by the magnetic pull of the moment. What's worse, he couldn't ignore the desire welling up within him, pushing him to the edge of his self-control.
His hand inched towards his belt, a dangerous impulse whispering for release. Just as he was about to succumb, an app notification abruptly stopped him in his tracks.
"The session officially starts now"
He knew that she would see the same notification on her end.
Somehow he didn't want her to know he has been watching. Perhaps it was a matter of morality, or maybe he yearned to cherish this glimpse of her "off-screen," a glimpse of the unguarded Master M that existed beyond her professional facade. Or perhaps he was just too embarrassed to let her know he had been watching her.
Nonetheless, he swiftly composed himself, assuming a casual online demeanor as though he had just logged in.
Just as expected, Milane turned her attention to her phone upon hearing the notification. Profile number 1082 stared back at her from the screen, seemingly engrossed in some documents.
A playful chuckle escaped her lips as she greeted, "Hello, Mr. Slave."
With an amused twinkle in his eye, Lucas set aside his documents and reciprocated her greeting.
Milane's eyes lingered on his visibly flushed face, and while she suspected it might be due to shyness for their second session, she decided not to delve further.
On the other end, Lucas was all too aware of her gaze upon him. The sensation was unsettling, as if she might somehow discern his inner thoughts. Quick to divert their interaction, he initiated a conversation, "I received the gift, thank you."
Bringing the mystery gift out of its box, he raised it inquiringly, "But what is this? Why did you choose this for me?"
Milane's mind raced as she assessed her options. She couldn't possibly admit to selecting the gift based on its affordability, and she realized she needed a clever response.
In a confident tone, she replied, "It's nipple clamps... Why did I choose this?" She allowed a dramatic pause to hang in the air, teasingly building suspense. "Because you're going to use them today."
The unexpected revelation elicited an incredulous reaction from Lucas. His exclamation betrayed a mix of surprise and disbelief. "Nipple clamps? Don't tell me you're going to use them on my nipples?"
Unfazed by his outburst, Milane maintained her calm demeanor. "I'm not telling you. I'm ordering you to," she retorted, settling into the role of a dominant figure.
Seated confidently before the camera, she crossed her legs and interlaced her fingers, adopting a stance that radiated authority. Her eyes bore into him, awaiting his next move.
Lucas stared at the innocuous-looking nipple clamps in his hand. The simple silver clamps held a hint of mystery with their adjustable screws, while a black thread dangled provocatively from their ends, leaving him perplexed. He bit his lip, torn between hesitation and a burgeoning curiosity. His gaze lifted to the screen where his master's unwavering posture suggested her waning patience. A desire not to disappoint his master fueled his resolve.