-Show me.- He said through the chat.

She cupped her breasts and lifted them showing to the camera the clothespins with which she had adorned her nipples. She gulped. She had been isolated in her home for more than a week, except for those short trips to the grocery store under the watchful gaze of an unnecesarily big amount of cops wandering around. Already a month since the last time she had had a session with her master.

Kneeling on the floor, with the laptop in front of her, legs partially open, she waited until her master had inspected her. Her hair, her shaved puss, her makeup, the red ball gag in her mouth, everything in place. Even more important, the steel chastity belt closing the door to her own pleasure.

-And the rest?- He said stern.

She got up, grabbed the laptop and walked around the house, using the camera to prove that everything was thoroughtly clean and tidied up. In a corner of the living room the treadmill still showed that she had been walking the mandatory distance.

-Ok, then. Let's do this.- She returned to the same spot on the floor, kneeling in front of the door. As if he were coming to see her for real.- Clothespins.- She removed them, enduring in silence the pain of the rushing blood. He waited a minute.- Toy with them.

With her index and thumb she caressed her nipples. Slowly, doing small circles on top and bottom. Her pussy was ready. She knew what was coming. She kept going. Her eyes closed, enjoying the sensations.

She knew that he was going to torture her with expectancy for a few minutes, pretending to read a book or going somewhere to do anything. He made her wait for fifteen minutes once, he chose that exact moment to go to the bakery.

-So how are you, dear? Are you ok?- Also that, small talk to distract her. She nooded, finding herself forced to detract attention from her nipples to listen to his banter.- I've been reading this book, it talks about a detective that...- He kept talking for several minutes. In the meantime sound and image were cut off a few time but returned quickly.- Are you listening?- She nodded, trying to conceal her frustration, her saliva drooling down her chest.

Once he was done with his crap. He ordered her to plug in the cable. The belt had an electronic padlock. She had to connect an USB cable from the crotch band of the belt to the laptop, so he could type the password and open it. Due to the quarantine they did it through internet.

-Sorry for making you wait, darling. I'm going to open this and you'll have an hour to do anything you want. Just don't forget to...

Suddenly the image froze and his voice stopped. She waited a pair of minutes guessing that he was fooling around again. Her heart stopped when she looked at the bottom of the screen and saw that her internet connectiong wasn't working. She frantically clicked at the “reload page” button, but it didn't work. Instead a message appeared, teeling her that internet was down.

-Mmmph!?- She removed the ball gag. Clicking “reload” again she got the same message.- Are you fucking kidding me!?