Chapter 7 Video Call

He saw a wall that was white, as he had expected, with no markings or characteristics. The room was brightly lit, and he could see movement she made.
The camera shook a few times until she found a fixed point for her phone.
She knelt on a beige carpet with her back against the white wall.
The frame was positioned downwards towards her chest, so her face couldn't be seen.
"Is this okay?" Grace asked.
Her voice sounded a bit unsettled, perhaps because she was too nervous.
But on the other end of the phone, C fell into a long silence.
Grace couldn't see the expression of the person on the other side of the camera, the black rectangular frame restricted her judgment of the owner.
So she could only assume that he wanted her to continue.
Grace then took out the toy she had just used, carefully wiped it clean with a wet tissue.
"So, shall I start?"
She placed the sucking toy near the camera, and even used her other hand to block it to prevent over-exposure.
Grace laughed lightly for a moment and immediately restrained herself.
She felt like a live-stream host seriously selling small toys.
The brief moment of laughter broke through the faint nervousness in Grace's heart, and C still didn't speak, which actually relieved some of the pressure on Grace.
Her emotions eased, and Grace changed from kneeling to sitting in front of the screen with her legs spread apart.
She bent her knees as much as possible to open herself up. Leaning forward, her soft breasts would be pressed against her knees.
"Is this, okay?" Grace asked.
On the screen, her entire labia were fully exposed. The cool air invaded even more, and Grace unconsciously wanted to close her legs, but she restrained herself.
C still didn't speak.
But this embarrassing action had already made Grace wet again.
He always knew what counted as punishment for her.
Because she couldn't handle pressure from a boss, he knew that "buying coffee for the boss" was definitely difficult for her.
Because she often derived pleasure from masturbation, he knew that restricting her orgasm was even more torture for her.
And even just spreading her legs while C watched, her lower abdomen had already started to uncontrollably ache and contract.
She was certain he was watching her, but she couldn't find his position again.
It was as if he was sitting in the darkness of a huge room, with only one beam of light shining on her.
Grace's rich imagination grew stronger at this moment, making her lips tightly sealed so as not to spill any sound at the beginning.
She began to focus on herself.
The lighting in the room was so good that she could see her full and soft labia. She has always had the habit of shaving, so there was no cover for her secret garden.
In the lens, everything below her is visible, like the half-opened door she opened for C.
Grace doesn't like manicures, firstly, maintaining manicures all year round in Italy is a luxury for her, and secondly, it's inconvenient.
As inconvenient as she is now, her clean and slender fingers press heavily on her clitoris.
Her body reacted immediately, and she restrained herself, circling and kneading her clitoris slowly and continuously.
At first, Grace was able to stare at the screen to confirm her actions. Slowly, she closed her eyes.
Her legs tightened to the point where they couldn't be tightened any further, and she could only keep them apart by using her elbows to ensure they wouldn't close.
There was already sound that couldn't be restrained between her lips and teeth. When Grace's mind was still clear, she picked up a little toy.
She held the button to turn it on and set it to the lowest level.
She was used to taking it slow.
However, before the suction head even came close to her clitoris, there was a voice coming from the other end of the screen.
"Please use the highest setting, and don't release until I say you can stop."
Grace gasped silently.
C's voice sounded again.
"Reminder, no orgasms allowed. Please begin."
As soon asWhen C's words fell, Grace seemed to no longer feel the presence of anything else in the room.
She felt as if she was really in that huge black room, with him sitting in the darkness not far from her, observing her.
And she had to obey his commands.
The little toy was then turned to the highest setting. Grace listened as the buzzing sound reached its maximum, and then she ruthlessly pressed it against her clitoris.
Toes, calves, thighs, lower abdomen, arms, all tightened in an instant.
Uncontrollable and completely surrendering sounds overflowed from her mouth.
"Ah..."
Grace tightly closed her eyes, using the last bit of her willpower to keep her legs wide open.
The intense suction greatly amplified the pleasure, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably, turning her moans into fragmented sounds.
A hot sensation surged from her lower abdomen, and Grace felt a plump, warm liquid slowly flowing out from her vagina, sliding to her anus.
No, this wasn't an orgasm.
She was just too sensitive.
Her body became uncontrollable in the intense suction, and Grace's legs began to uncontrollably want to close, but she could only use her arms to keep them apart. Her soft breasts were violently squeezed, as if a man's hands were covering them.
In the lens, her body was almost dyed crimson.
Moans became unconscious, becoming louder and stronger.
Her voice...
Very beautiful and melodious, soft and gentle, it's like crying and also like a little cat meowing.
Her limbs are slender, and her body is sensitive.
Her breasts are snow-white, round and perky.
Her labia have become moist and glistening.
Plumper than before. Like a pudding that will keep shaking when taken out, no one can resist the urge to touch it.
And her slender fingers tightly grip the small toy, never letting go.
She is very obedient, Grace.
Five minutes have passed on the clock on the phone.
C's voice comes from the other end of the screen: "You can stop now."
Just as his voice ends, a transparent and surging column of water rushes straight towards the camera.
Grace starts crying.
The little toy rolls aside, and she lies weakly on the ground.
Her black hair turns into freely growing vines, gently wrapping around her.
Her body continues to tremble involuntarily, and her thighs are covered in mud.
Grace's mind goes blank as she tries to find her sanity amidst the tears.
She cries for a long time, until finally calming down slowly.
Grace turns her face away and sits up.
On the phone, C hasn't hung up.
"Feeling better?" C asks.
Grace nods, "Mihm."
"Are you crying because of grievance, shame, or emptiness?"
Grace holds her knees and says softly, "I don't know."
"It shouldn't be emptiness. You only feel that after an orgasm," C analyzes, "Is it because of shame?"
Grace shakes her head, then immediately says, "No, I don't feel ashamed of my master."
"Then it must be because of grievance?"
"No," Grace's voice still carries a sob, "I accept my master's punishment."
On the other end of the phone, C falls silent again.
Grace doesn't make any movements, she just holds herself.
After a long period of silence, C speaks again:
"We agreed not to engage in offline training, that's my principle."
"Yes," Grace's voice is very soft.
"So, I apologize that I can't comfort you afterwards."
"It's okay." Grace's tears start flowing again.
"But as compensation, I'm willing to tell you something."
Grace stops crying, her eyes wide open as she looks at the screen.
"When I opened the video just now, I had already decided to end our relationship. Watching you complete the punishment is just me taking responsibility for what I said."
Grace's body instantly stiffens, her heart beating violently and a sour and bitter surge rising, but she can't utter a word of "why".
"I cannot tell you the reason," C says in a deep voice, "but I want to tell you something."
"...What?"
"I have changed my mind now."