Chapter 9 Sexual fantasy

Born in such a very traditional family, the father is the "God" in the small fortress. He's in charge of everything. He controls everything. He won't admit his mistakes, he won't admit his weaknesses.
But Grace didn't think his father was strong when he grew up. Instead, she felt that her father was vulnerable. He is so hard and angry outside that when he comes home, he will vent his temper on his mother and children.
He misunderstood and misunderstood the children and ended up saying, "do you want me to apologize to you?" At the end. All grievances and resentments are swallowed by themselves in an inward way, but they are not actually digested.
This is not the power that Grace recognizes. The real strength is not afraid to show your weakness, is to face the bloody wound, is to always look directly at all the problems.
Instead of covering it up.
C's two replies stayed on the dialog for a long time.
At times like this, Grace can't help thinking of Caesar.
She lingered on the screen for a long time.
At times like this, Grace couldn't help but think of Caesar.
She remembered him saying, "My bad, Grace."
His name also started with a C, but she had just confirmed in the afternoon that Caesar couldn't speak English.
So, Grace couldn't help but start speculating who he really was.
He said he had seen her in real life.
Grace filtered out the key information: a man, can speak English, name has a C, calm personality.
Voice is not actually a reliable basis for finding someone, as a person's voice always undergoes some changes when it comes through electronic devices.
Grace quickly searched in her mind: Lee in the pit crew was British; Chris Chou, a university student who worked part-time in a coffee shop on weekends, had both first and last names starting with C; there were also many British classmates in graduate school...
Grace knew that searching like this was like finding a needle in a haystack.
C: Have you found a candidate who matches your guess?
C's message arrived at this moment.
Grace: No.
C: Grace, if I remember correctly, our misunderstanding between us has been resolved.
Grace: Yes.
C: Then you should call me Master.
Grace took a small breath in shock; only then did she react.
Yes, he confessed and explained everything well.
A small area behind her ears turned red, and Grace quickly sent a message.
Grace: I'm sorry, Master.
C: Please turn on the video, Grace.
Grace skipped a beat in her heartbeat, immediately jumping up from her position, rushing to put on a nightgown in a fluster.
For a moment she wondered why she had put on a nightgown, but her actions had made her run to sit on the carpet against the wall, opening the video.
She thought, perhaps she wasn't the only one feeling nervous at this moment.
Admitting loss of control over her desires for Grace was also a recognition of Grace.
If possible, Grace would also like to see her Master...lose control.
But before her thoughts completely flew out of the room, C's voice came through the phone.
C: Grace, please take off your clothes and kneel in front of the mirror.
Grace obediently let her arms fall, lifting the hem of her skirt.
The white skirt gradually layered over her delicate thighs, turning into a holy and soft white lace.
She was also wearing a low-waisted pure white underwear.
Her flat lower abdomen gradually narrowed upwards, revealing her round and perky breasts.
Her black long curls cascaded down as usual, and her nipples were lightly rubbed, visibly erect behind her ear.
Although this wasn't the first time, they had done this, after the arguments it always returned to normal, she always felt that something was different.
Her heart throbbed, and Grace knew it was because he had seen her in real life, but she didn't know who he was.
He could be any man she had ever met, perhaps they only had a chance encounter, or maybe they were more familiar than Grace thought.
In reality, she was the Grace who dressed appropriately and never crossed the line.
But on the internet, she stripped naked in front of him...
She shouldn't be thinking about these things.
Grace knew that she had become wet again.
The unparalleled sense of taboo, those eyes that were staring at her, had they ever looked at her like this in everyday life?
Through her coat, her underwear, she could see her naked, unobstructed body.
Grace couldn't help but gaze at the small black area on the screen.
C: "Kneel in front of the mirror."
Grace: "Yes, Master."
Grace made sure the position of her phone was right, then knelt in front of the mirror.
The phone faced her back, clearly showing the slight indentation of her buttocks beneath the white panties, forming a perfectly round contour that felt just right in the hand.
When spanking, if done with the right amount of force, it could leave a beautiful red mark on her soft, elastic buttocks.
And the white panties were the epitome of desire and taboo within purity.
She was innocent, pure, vibrant, and beautiful, and the wicked ones would want to tear her apart completely.
C remained silent for a long time, and Grace quietly looked at herself in the mirror.
He only said to kneel, but didn't say she couldn't do anything else.
It was terrible. Grace's sexual desire was coming on strongly.
Whenever she thought about him climaxing together with her, she couldn't help but release clear fluid.
But... it was also exciting, Grace... wanting to do it again.
This time, she wanted to listen carefully to her Master's voice.
Perhaps he wouldn't make any sound, or perhaps... if she listened carefully.
The little toy was placed on the cabinet next to the mirror, and Grace brought it over quietly.
It started, and the bedroom emitted a buzzing sound.
Grace's heartbeat drowned her, but she didn't hear her Master say "stop."
Her flushed lips laughed silently as Grace picked up the small toy and brought it down.
C: "When masturbating, what do you think about?"
The little toy was already sucking on Grace's clitoris urgently, but she didn't put it on the highest setting.
Grace: "I think about my Master... losing control."
C: "Do you have a specific person in your mind?"
Grace: "No... I don't know what my Master looks like."
C: "We won't have offline training, so you can choose any fantasy object. I won't get angry."
Grace accidentally pressed the intensity button, and the pleasure on her clitoris, accompanied by her Master's words, made Grace moan uncontrollably.
She was allowed to choose a fantasy object.
A black suit appeared in her mind, with the creases formed by the tight pants at the root of his thigh as he sat. His slender and powerful fingers, if inserted into her vagina, would make her easily squirt clear fluid.
Grace could hardly stop imagining this, and in the mirror, her eyes became wet and her breath became erratic, creating a small misty fog beneath the mirror. Before a small climax arrived, Grace said:
"I'm thinking... of Ca...