Hello! I want to tell the real story. Believe it or not. Only a little embellished with descriptions of my feelings. There may also be some deviations in our correspondence, because I don’t remember it exactly. And by itself, when I restored it, I could admit blemishes, but they do not distort the essence. And by itself, so that it looked beautiful, I tried to follow the rules of the Russian language, as far as my education permits. I am writing it because he ordered me. You ask: "Who?". Read on.

I sat on the Internet, downloading music and all that. And somehow, unwittingly, I switched to some erotic sites. No porn, do not fantasize, just beautiful naked girls - a portfolio. I was a little excited. I decided to visit sexchat. I myself do not know why, I just probably wanted something unusual. Maybe if someone is there often, remember me. My nickname was “obedient_mmm” that day. I fight as I appeared there, I began to write different guys. At first I copied, played by their rules, but I quickly got tired of it. I didn’t like games where I had to fantasize, presenting and describing how I took his penis and so on. And those who just ordered me to do something were monotonous. Get undressed, spread legs, caress yourself, insert a vibrator, send a photo ... I tried to do (except for a photo), but it did not excite me. Then I got tired of it. Maybe there were talented guys, but after refusing to contact webcam and send off my photo, many people stopped writing to me, accusing me of being a guy. I would send them a photo if they didn’t demand that I take a picture of myself naked, and also in various depraved poses. But then on this site he appeared! The person with the nickname "Agent_Smith". In general, I was going to leave already, but he interested me. We talked a bit, and I decided to play one more time and did not lose. Unlike the others, he showed ingenuity, which brought me to ecstasy. He guessed my most intimate fantasies ...
He insulted me, but somehow he affectionately called him a pervert and a slut and gave very unusual orders that turned me on ...

It all started first as usual. He asked where I was from, what is my name, asked me to describe myself. Then he said open the curtains and rzdetsya. I did not remember the exact phrases, but I will try to restore the conversation to match the meaning:

- What's your name?

- Irina.

- Want some thrills? Let's play a game. I order you do.

- Played. All of you guys are monotonous. Undress, spread your legs, caress yourself so and so, insert a vibrator ...

- What do you want?

- I do not know. I would have said.

- You are an interesting girl. How old are you? Where are you from?

- From Khabarovsk. 18 years old.

- Yes!? Something does not seem to me that you are 18 years old.

- Why?

- You start to write with a capital letter, put punctuation marks, do not use emoticons). This is not typical ...

- It is characteristic that the girls lie about their age).

“You're“ obedient, ”tell me the truth about your age.”

Then I felt ... I do not even know how to say ... languor in the abdomen (but in the stomach, and not lower). This happens when very much
worried. And often from this feeling I want to go to the toilet in large. But I used to go when the same feeling arose from the first conversation. So now, I could enjoy this feeling calmly ...

- 22.

- Good. What are you wearing. Describe yourself.

- Again, everything is the same.

- Be patient a little, it will be good. Now answer!

ABOUT! As he says. Affectionately, and then more harshly and still without a mat. I have already begun to understand that he feels me. Incidentally, I was dressed, as I was about to go to bed.

“I'm pretty slim, with long, dark wavy hair.” Medium height, chest second size. Wearing pajamas and white socks.

- Turn on the light, open the curtains.

I was surprised at this, thought at first that he knows who I am. Although almost immediately threw this thought. It was about one in the morning from Friday to Saturday.

- I did.

- Now stand on the windowsill and undress, take off everything slowly and erotically. You can turn on your music.

- Wow. How unusual).

- Undressing dance a couple of minutes.

- Good.

Here it is! Those thrills that I was looking for. And let the eighth floor, but the light is on and my silhouette on the street may be visible. With these thoughts, I began to flow, and my heart began to beat in such a way that it seemed ready to jump out of my chest.

- Done.

- Well done, my slut.

- Are you watching me?

- No, but I would. You just have a night in Khabarovsk). And it is so exciting. Let's get on Skype.

- Not. Skype is taboo.

- Badly obey, slut Irishka, it must be corrected.

— ).

Those who insulted me before him, did it rudely and ineptly. I was not excited and I was disgusted. But he turned me on first, and only then began to insult me. I can not even call it an insult "my slut" - it is even somehow touching. It’s as if we are a couple, and he knows that I’m a bit pervert and treat me so tenderly).

- Do you have porn?

- Not.

- Do not lie to me.

- Honestly not.

- What kind of toys? Just do not say no, I will not believe. Answer the truth - this is an order.

- There is a vibrator.

I could never imagine that telling the truth is so exciting, I could barely restrain myself.

- Already better.

- Can I caress myself, lord?

Honestly, I wrote "mister". I did not even think about it, it somehow happened. And I did not even think that I would myself ask for permission to caress myself. The mind is incomprehensible, as so. Now I can not even imagine what affected me.

- I do not allow. Be patient.

- Oh please!

- Take a photo of yourself naked (several poses, one of them is your back), create a folder “my secret desires” on your computer and drop them there. You are not allowed to delete the folder from your desktop ...

- I did.

- Well done pervert. For this you can caress yourself with one finger, slowly. Do not bring yourself to orgasm - this is an order ... - What should I say, if I let you do it, what do you want?

- Thank...

- Enough. Take a black marker and write yourself on the stomach, "I'm a whore."

- I dont know.

Here the remnants of the mind told me that you should not do this.

- Do not be afraid, just do it.

Already almost without controlling myself, I went, took a marker, ran a line in my palm. I looked at it, tried to erase it with salicylic acid solution. Happened...

- Okay.

I did everything as he said, and from out of the excess of emotions and excitement, it seems it even turned off for a couple of seconds. It happens when you get out of bed abruptly, or when in childhood you used to play choppers. (I am writing and as if I'm worried all over again).

- Done.

- Take some photos and drop them in the same folder ...

- Reset.

- Well done, whore. What floor do you live on?

- At 8.

- Now take the keys, go out into the cave, close the door with a key. Throw the key down between the railing and go search.

- I can not do this, it is too extreme.

I still resisted the senses. Strong).

- The night is the same. It is unlikely that you will meet someone).

- On many floors it is dark, I am afraid not to find. I will not do.

“Okay, pervert, then we'll do it differently.” You do not throw the keys and take it with you, and also take the vibrator and the phlomik.

You go downstairs and write “I am a pervert whore” on the wall outside the doorphone. After that, insert a vibrator and walk back down the stairs. Do not take it out until you come to the apartment. You will describe everything

- Good. I will do it.

I opened the door of the apartment, listened. Silence. I stepped outside. Cold barefoot. Returned. Shod sneakers, took a vibrator, ...