Gillian pulled the large cardboard box into her living room, giddy with excitement. She tore it open like a girl on Christmas morning... It had finally arrived.

She dumped the tangle of ropes and straps onto her bedroom floor. An hour and a half later, Gillian had assembled her brand new sex swing. With a smile, she texted a photo to Natasha. Natasha texted back immediately.

"Get in that, NOW!"

Gillian smiled. Natasha was so predictable. "Got class right now. :D FaceTime in 2 hours?"

"Fine... but no pants allowed for your class."

Natasha had been out of town on a business trip for 3 week now, but that hadn't stopped the fun. Gillian had found a fun new hobby: letting Natasha boss her around on video. What had started out as just watching each other masturbate on FaceTime, had quickly evolved into elaborate instructions given by Natasha. A week ago, Natasha had sent an app-controlled vibrator to the house. The instructions were for Gillian to wear it to an in-person class while Natasha controlled it from a thousand of miles away.

The device had worked much better than expected. The class ended with a huge embarrassing wet spot on the back of her shorts, and a glowing 5-star review online for the vibrator.

But now, Gillian would have to wait for the end of her online class to get another session with her beautiful Natasha...

She set up her laptop on her desk, and joined her classmates in the Digital Classroom. Her professor had just logged in when Gillian received another text from Natasha.

"Remember. No pants. I want proof."

Gillian felt a tingle. The discovery of a new kink is always exciting. Inch-by-inch, she moved her pants over her hips and down her legs, trying not to look suspicious to her fellow classmates still logging on. Her head was buzzing with excitement as she kicked them across the room. She checked her own camera to make sure her bare legs weren't on screen. No one seemed to be the wiser.

As instructed, she took a photo of the thong she was wearing just below the desk and sent it to Natasha. Gillian could feel herself getting wet already at the thought of what Natasha was doing with that photo of her... and of all the compromising photos she'd sent her girlfriend these past few weeks...

She decided she didn't want to wait for the end of class.

Luckily, the vibrator was within reach. She took a covert photo of it and sent it to Natasha. She'd know what that meant. She slipped it into her underwear, again careful to make sure no one watching her camera would be suspicious.

It took Natasha less than two minutes to start teasing Gillian. She started off on the slowest setting. Gillian let out an involuntary moan. She fought back a blush, and checked to make sure her mic was off. Good. It was.

Next, Natasha began to pulse the vibrator. But again, it was only on the lowest setting. Gillian pushed the vibrator hard against her clit, trying to get every last bit out of the weak vibration. Natasha was teasing her. That bitch.

The first 15 minutes went agonizingly slow. Natasha refused to take the vibration up passed the first level. And then, suddenly, the vibrator shut off. Goddamnit. If this thing was breaking already she was definitely going to have to change her 5-star review-... A text from Natasha arrived:

"That's all you get for now. I don't want to miss too much of the show."

Gillian groaned. She was frustrated... but Natasha's text only made her that much more excited for class to end.

She decided to snoop through some of her fellow classmates videos as they watched this long, boring lecture. She clicked though the roster of bored looking students, watching the class from their rooms. Surely some of the students had snooped on her camera as well... Her mind buzzed with the thought of some students watching her now. The idea of someone catching on to her secret little game was exciting. Maybe she should try to make her movements just a little more conspicuous next time-...

She stopped suddenly when she scrolled passed her own video. Behind her, hanging from the ceiling, was the sex swing... She had forgotten to take it down before class started.

Oh shit.

She panicked and jumped up to remove it from it's hinges and out of frame. Hopefully no one had noticed. There's over 80 students in this class. What are the odds someone was watching her right now... hiding a sex swing... without pants!

Gillian froze.

In her haste, she had forgotten about Natasha's little demand.

Like a deer caught in headlights, wearing the tiniest thong she owned, desperately trying to hide her depraved sex-life from her fellow students.

And then, as if somehow telepathically linked, Natasha chose that very moment to crank up the vibrator one last time. Gillian bucked her hips from surprise and let out a shamefully loud moan. Embarrassment and lust swirled madly in her head. She needed to do something!

She wrestled with the sex swing, finally tearing it to the ground. She sat back down at her chair, hiding her naked hips and legs safely under her desk again. And just then, the vibrating stopped...

She looked back at the screen, at her own beet-red face. She looked passed herself at the rest of the room. She calculated where the swing had been hanging... if anyone was looking, they DEFINITELY would have seen her... Gillian prayed that her fellow students were paying more attention to the teacher than she had been.

She spent the rest of class time scrolling through the other students videos. She searched each expression for a smile. Or a look of shock. Or sympathetic embarrassment.

She told herself that she hoped no one had seen her... but the more she searched through the roster of blank faces, the more she liked the idea of someone watching her... Her hand had moved down between her legs without her even noticing.

Her games with Natasha had given Gillian lots of practice keeping a straight face in public while orgasming. She wasn't perfect yet... but she thought she might be able to pull it off on camera now...

But no... Natasha wouldn't like that. Gillian knew she had to be a good girl, and wait for tonight.

Oh god, her computer chair was already soaked. She had always gotten very wet, very quickly. But this was a lot, even for her.

An hour later, class finally ended. The games could finally begin.

Gillian set everything up before beginning the video call. She hung the infamous sex swing back up. Many years of gymnastics made getting used to the swing quicker than expected. It was a nifty little thing that allowed Gillian to control a nice swaying motion. She dug out her favorite suction dildo and stuck it to a bed post behind the sex swing.

With some practice, she was able to get a nice rhythm going; controlling the slow swing, letting the dildo move in and out of her. She watched herself in the mirror. She loved how she looked in the swing: she hung there, in a doggy-style position, swaying into the dildo mounted behind her. It was such a hypnotizing motion... She needed to call Natasha. Quick.

She decided to change out of her soaked panties, and into another of Natasha's favorites. Another thong, only slightly larger. But very sheer. Her curly pubic hair was clearly visible through the wide mesh. She kept it simple with the sheer panties, some tall light pink high heels, a tight choker and several shots of vodka. Gillian thought her performances were always better after a few drinks.

She positioned the laptop camera to watch the lewd one-woman show she was about to put on for her love. She smiled at the thought of Natasha touching herself a thousand miles away...

"Error Code 998: You cannot access your camera at this time. The Camera isn't responding-..." blah blah blah. Ugh. Fuck you, Apple.

She used her phone instead, leaning it against her open laptop. She dialed and put the remote vibrator into position...

...

"You did that on purpose, didn't you? You want your whole class to watch you prance around your room in your soaked panties." Natasha turned the vibrations up and Gillian bucked her hips, momentarily throwing off the rhythm she had going, riding the suction dildo.

"How do they taste?" Natasha demanded.

"Mmmph-hmm" Gillian moaned her approval, like she knew Natasha wanted. She couldn't speak words anymore, after Natasha had made her put her wet panties in her mouth.

Gillian had enjoyed telling the story to Natasha, about how she'd exposed herself to her class. Natasha always LOVED hearing about Gillian humiliating herself.

"Have you been practicing on that swing for me?"

Gillian nodded obediently, and began riding the dildo harder as if to prove it.

"You wanted to make sure you had some slutty moves to show off."

"Mmm-hmmm." She shifted her weight around in the hanging straps, using her gymnastics training to balance as she moved her hands to touch herself.

Gillian watched herself on the screen, hanging from the ceiling thrusting back and forth on the dildo like some depraved Cirque du Soleil performance. Natasha's eyes were glued to the show.

"I want you to cum so loud, I can hearrrrrrrrrrrr-..."

Suddenly Natasha froze.

Shit. Natasha's hotel-internet had a habit of interrupting their sessions.

But Gillian was too close... sometimes Natasha's internet would take hours to come back. And she couldn't wait that long. Gillian needed a release. Now.

Luckily, when Natasha's internet went down, it had left the app-controlled vibrator on high pulse. Definitely the best setting.

Gillian was so close. She could feel an orgasm coming... but it wouldn't feel the same if Natasha wasn't there to watch her moan and writhe and cum all over herself. She needed Natasha's gaze.

Still in the swing, she reached over to the computer to record herself. She'd email the file to Natasha to watch later. She swatted her phone aside to get to the computer. Hopefully the camera was working now.

She had to try hard to keep her balance in the swing as she both worked the computer mouse and fought off a premature orgasm. She had to hold still as the vibrator pulse got stronger again. Oh god she was so close. But she knew she had to be watched. That was the only way to truly satisfy herself.

She clicked record... but again:

"Error Code 998: You cannot access your camera at this time. The Camera isn't responding, and is in use by another application: Virtual Classroom."

Another application is using-... oh god.

She had never ended the classroom video session...

So someone might be...

The vibration raised again, this time to the highest setting the cycle reached.

An uncontrollable orgasm was coming, and there was no stopping it. She imagined a small group of students had stayed behind once they saw that she'd left her camera on. Maybe her professor was watching. Maybe the whole class had seen her try to tear down her sex swing in a wet thong, and stuck around hoping she'd humiliate herself even further.

And she had more than delivered. The whole time, the camera was in the perfect position to see her testing out her sex swing and getting dressed in her slutty outfit. They had watched and heard all of Natasha's demands. If anyone had stayed on, they'd be watching her cum right now.

Then Gillian's orgasm washed over her.

She lost her balance. Her legs tangled in the straps. She somersaulted forward.

And that was how she came. In front of the camera, wearing nothing but her thong and heels, hanging upside down. Gillian had always had very wet orgasms, and now was no exception. Her sheer thong did nothing to hold back the flood. Her warm cum flowed down her torso and over her face.

The young woman moaned loudly through the wet panties still in her mouth. Shamefully loud. She hung, quivering and bucking her hips against the air. Like a little bug caught in a spiderweb.

What a show she had put on for her audience.

It seemed like an eternity before the pleasure had run its course... and her predicament dawned on her once again. She wriggled desperately against the tangled mess of a swing. It took several seconds to free her hands. She choked a little on some cum that had dripped down her entire body and into her nose.

Finally she flopped to the floor, landing with a splat in the small puddle that had accumulated underneath her. She stood drowsily to her feet, struggling a little to balance in the high heels. She had to steady herself on her chair as the vibrator continued to buzz out her favorite setting.

Oh my god. She felt another orgasm beginning to build already.

No. Later.

She opened up Virtual Classroom, which she must not have properly closed before. Had anybody been watching this whole time? Did she even want to know? She could close it now without ever knowing... just fantasize about how many people were watching her right now, stumbling around in heels, mouth stuffed with her wet panties, covered in her own cum...

She looked.

Virtual Classroom was empty... that was probably for the best.

For now, it looked like she'd gotten away with it...

She saved a copy of the video. A handy new feature the university had just added to the program.

Gillian couldn't wait for Natasha to watch her latest humiliation for real.