It was a work-from-home day because she needed to meet a repair person at her house. One of the outlets in her dining room was not working, and she had scheduled an electrician to come look at it. The electrician said they would come after lunch, which was perfect. She had a bunch of conference calls booked throughout the morning, and then her afternoon was open.

When the work-from-home day had been approved she eagerly told her Dom about it. Nosey coworkers looking over her shoulder in the office made it difficult to exchange flirty texts with Dom during the day. She was often limited to texting at lunch and during bathroom breaks. The rare day that she worked from home she was able to keep her phone open and propped up next to her computer the entire time. She spent almost as much time exchanging naughty ideas with him as she did working.

She set up her laptop at the dining room table making sure the background behind her would look professional for her conference calls. She made herself a cup of tea and got ready to start her day.

Dom texted her, asking at what time was her first call. She replied it starts in 5 minutes.

Dom: Good. Just enough time for you to remove your pants. I’m counting on you to follow my instructions, little one.

She: Yes, sir.

It made her so happy when he called her little one. She longed to see him in person and feel his strong hands on her.

She removed her pants and put them back in her closet. It was not the first time Dom had requested this, but in the past he had requested it for her last conference call of the day. Starting her first call without pants made her feel very alert. She was hyper focused on what was visible in her laptop camera. Her waist was well below the edge of frame, but it still made her extra cautious.

She texted: My pants are off, sir.

She logged into the video conference and joined her first meeting. She did not have to talk much, it was mostly listening. She maintained her composure and was certain nobody suspected a thing. Texting with Dom continued discreetly off to the side.

Dom: All going well?

She: Yes, sir.

Dom: Staying focused?

She: As always, sir.

When the meeting ended she took a deep breath. Not wearing pants was making her mind wander more than normal.

She: Meeting over. Feeling a bit horny, sir.

Dom: Good girl.

Admitting her horniness bumped it up a notch. She slid one hand down between her legs. She pressed against herself, feeling her vulva through the fabric. She wished her Dom was there to touch her.

She: I might be touching myself, sir.

Dom: Might?

She: I am touching myself, sir.

She waited, still rubbing, not sure if he would be happy or not about her confession.

Dom: Panties off before next meeting.

She looked at her clock. She had 2 minutes. She stood, took her panties off, and sat back down. Her bare skin on the chair seat felt very naughty, but the camera view was still safe.

Dom: Hang panties from chandelier above table, so you can see them but others can not.

Her heart started racing. She stood up, looped one leg hole over a chandelier branch, and then sat down. The camera view was still safe.

She: Done, sir.

She sat up straight and started her next call. It was a one-on-one call with a co-worker. They discussed an upcoming project. She tried her best to be completely normal, and not give any hint to her coworker that her own panties were hanging just inches above her computer screen. Half way through the call she noticed a small wet spot in the hanging undergarment.

Dom: I’m thinking about you.

She wanted to reply but was too engaged with the meeting to text him back.

Dom: I’m thinking about our next get together.

She squirmed in her seat.

Dom: I’m thinking about what I’m going to do to you.

She desperately wanted to be with Dom instead of working. She wrapped up the meeting a few minutes ahead of schedule so that she could text him back.

She: Meeting over. What will you do to me?

Dom: Not telling. That would spoil the surprise.

She: (pouting emoji)

Dom: Building up anticipation is good for you.

She: If you say so. brb. I need to pee real quick before my next meeting starts.

Dom: NO.

She: ??

Dom: I want you to hold it. You can wait 30 min. I know you can. Do this for me.

She: Uhhh, but.., Ok. I will wait, sir.

Dom: Good girl.

She: (swoon)

The next meeting was a weekly group that usually met with cameras off. She joined the meeting and leaned back in her chair. Not being on camera allowed her to hold her phone in one hand, and drop her other hand into her lap.

She: I’m combing my fingers through my short curly hairs.

Dom: Mmmm. I approve. If I were there I would dip one finger down lower every now and then.

She: Onto my… pretty button?

Dom: Yes. Onto your sexy, smooshy, pretty button.

She: I will do it for you, sir. It helps keep my mind off my full bladder.

This meeting continued with occasional talking, and almost continuous rubbing. Towards the end she got a little bit bouncy because she really needed to go. When the meeting ended she dashed to the bathroom and sat to pee.

She: Meeting over. Peeing.

Dom: Good girl.

It was interesting going to and from the bathroom wearing nothing below the waist. The usual routine of unzipping, pulling down, and legs confined by garments was missing. She just walked in, sat, and relaxed. It was an equally unusual finish not doing any of those steps at the end. It made her feel as if her private bathroom exposure was now following her around the house.

She: Next call in 5 min. What are you doing?

Dom: Planning for our weekend together.

She. Mmmm. Can’t wait. Are we going out or staying in?

Dom: Some of each.

She: Please, sir. Just a hint?

Dom: I have only one thing to say.

She: OK!!!!!??

Dom: Take your bra off, and hang it on the chandelier before your next meeting.

That was not what she was looking for, but obeying another naughty request was exciting. She removed her bra and hung it on the chandelier. Depending on her posture her nipples poked forward and were quite obvious under her shirt. As long as she sat with her shoulders forward, her nipples were less noticeable. She was glad no one could see her from the side profile.

She: Bra is hanging from chandelier, sir.

Dom: Good girl. Be sure to pinch and tweak your nipples just before your meeting starts. I want them firm and perky.

She: Yes sir.

She reached up under her shirt and pinched her nipples, rolling them back and forth between her thumb and finger until they were hard. She did exactly as she had been instructed, but hoped they would not be too noticeable poking through her shirt.

The next meeting was about finances, and there were many spreadsheets to watch. She could not keep texting Dom, but she kept one hand between her legs, pressing and smooshing her clit whenever she had the urge. She became very aware that her look of professionalism was a narrow slice of visibility. Above the camera hung her under garments. Below the camera she was playing with herself. Only at eye level was she maintaining her corporate composure. She found herself wondering what naughty secrets her coworkers were hiding from the camera at their end of the call.

She: Meeting over. Only one more to go before lunch.

Dom: Are you behaving yourself?

She: Yes, sir. Keeping my little bean awake and happy.

Dom: I like your little bean awake and happy. I wish I were there to tease you in person during your last meeting.

She: I wish you were here too. Although it would be very difficult to keep a calm face on camera with you touching me.

Dom: Next task before your last meeting starts…

She: I’m only wearing a shirt, sir. I can’t take anymore off.

Dom: Go to your bedroom and collect every sex toy and naughty thing you have, then spread them around your computer so that you can see all your dirty toys during your meeting.

She: All of them, sir?

Dom: Yes. All.

She hustled to her room and collected the toys from her bedside table, and the small box from under the bed. She returned to the dining room and unpacked it all. There were two vibrators, one suction dildo, a plug-in wand, a battery powered bullet vibe, two butt plugs, nipple clamps with bells, an air suction toy, eye mask, wrist and ankle cuffs, two bottles of lube, and a small wood paddle with the words “good girl “ engraved on one side, and “bad girl” engraved on the other. Seeing all her toys spread out around her computer was both embarrassing and arousing. Every item carried memories of physical sensations and activities that she and Dom had engaged in.

She: It’s all here, sir.

Dom: How does it look?

She: It’s a bit embarrassing to see it all spread out, but I wish you were here to play with me, sir.

Dom: You still horny?

She: OMG! Yes, sir. I’m almost naked, looking at all this. I can barely think straight.

Dom: Put those nipple clamps on, and wear them for your last meeting. They will help you focus.

She: Nipple clamps on camera? But they will show through my shirt.

Dom: I’m waiting.

She lifted up her shirt, and one at a time clipped the little bells to her nipples. The pinch felt exciting, but also made her nervous. She carefully lowered her shirt and inspected her silhouette. Not only were her nipples forced to poke forward, but just below each nipple there was a second bump from the bell. Anyone seeing her in person would know exactly what was going on. She practiced hunching her shoulders forward to help relax the fabric. It helped, but did not hide her situation completely.

She: Nipple clamps are on, sir.

Dom: And..?

She: They show through my shirt, sir.

Dom: I'm sure no one will notice them. How do they feel?

She: Naughty. I feel like a naughty girl doing this for a work call.

Dom: Naughty girls can also be good girls, when they follow instructions.

She: Thank you, sir.

When meetings have many participants the camera images are each very small. With only three other coworkers in this meeting her own image filled a quarter of the screen. She hunched her shoulders forward as much as possible to minimize her bumps. She also took many opportunities to adjust her hair or her collar, using her arm to block her chest from view.

The sight of all her sex toys spread around on the table, her underwear hanging from the chandelier, and the clips on her nipples were all competing for her attention. She struggled to participate in the work conversation. The only thing that happened with ease was her one hand wedged in tightly between her thighs keeping pressure in just the right place. She was little more than an appropriate smile on camera, surrounded by a collection of inappropriate debauchery just outside their view.

When the call finally finished she closed her laptop.

She: Meeting is done. That was hard.

Dom: What a coincidence, I too am hard.

She: Ooooo. I want you.

Dom: You may remove your nipple clips under one condition.

She: Thank you, sir. What is it?

Dom: You will now have an orgasm, and you will send me a video of you cumming. You have exactly 3 minutes. Ready?

She: Yes, sir.

Dom: You may begin.

This was a game they had played many times. In the beginning he gave her 5 minutes. When she was late there were punishments waiting, but with practice she was able to meet the 5 min deadline more often, and then earned pleasurable rewards. After a few months of successes, he reduced the time allowed to 4 minutes. Once again she received some punishments, but with the right combination of toys she got herself down to 4 minutes. Although a fast orgasm felt good, and sending the video to Dom felt naughty, it didn’t compare at all to the orgasms she had when she was with him in person. He enjoyed edging her for an hour or more before letting the orgasms roar through her. Those sessions left her legs trembling and a touch dizzy.

Following the rules of their game, she set her phone against her tea mug, aimed at herself, and started it recording. She pushed her chair back so that from the knees up she was in the frame. Using a pen, she wrote the starting time on her skin just above her pubic hair so that he could read it. She reached for her favorite two toys, slid down in her chair, and spread her legs wide. It was both access for herself, and it gave her camera the best view possible.

First, with the large butt plug, she placed it at the entrance to her vagina. She didn’t insert it, but instead just gently pressed it to her opening. The tip was shaped like a wide cone, and the width provided a feeling of impending stretch that made her heart race. For these fast orgasms she didn’t need penetration, just very specific stimulation in certain places. This plug stretched her opening just right.

The other toy used air suction. She licked the tip, swirling her tongue around and inside the little hole. She didn’t need a bottle of lube. It wasn’t going to take that long. She turned it on low and positioned it over her clit. The hum soaked into her, filling her flesh with a warm tingling. She held it in place as the warmth swirled around inside her.

Her finger on the end of the plug, holding it to her opening, varied the pressure and rotated it in small circles. The anticipation of penetration was almost more intense than the real thing. It was a hint of what could happen. Both a threat and a promise. It awakened a need to be filled, and built that need up more and more.

She clicked the suction toy up to medium. The waves now filled her vulva and mound from the inside, like a growing cloud of energy. It required little physical effort on her part. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations from the rapid suctions and the plug stretch. The magic of these two toys was not focused on the ending. It was all about enhancing the journey. Her opening held wide in a perpetual state of anticipation, and the waves of energy running deep throughout her entire clitoris. It was just build, build, build, without any restrictions.

She clicked the suction up to high. It was almost too much of a good thing. She varied the pressure on her clit, pushing it down for a moment to see how much she could take, and then lifting it up to barely whisper at her tender bean. Down and up, over and over, teasing her sensitivity until she was ready to burst. Finally, she pushed on both the plug and the suction toy, holding them firmly to her body, letting them go just a bit too far, and taking her over the edge. The muscles of her abdomen, thighs, and pelvis contracted over and over, pumping that good pressure out in all directions, washing over her limbs, and forcing a long held breath from her lungs.

As she came to her senses she looked at the camera. She knew how much Dom enjoyed watching her recover from her orgasms. She was at her most relaxed and vulnerable in these moments, and knowing he would watch her over and over made her so happy. She caught her breath and turned off her toy. She brought each of them to her mouth to lick her juices from the tips. Dom loved to see this, and she enjoyed tasting herself this way. It helped keep the naughty game alive in her imagination after she had finished playing. As she reached for her phone to end the recording she heard a knock at the front door and a voice call out.

“Hello... Electrician.”