Camfidential/ Working Title- (S&M focused short story-pseudo auto-bigoraphical)

Elle Mason paused on the second floor landing of building L in the Centennial Valley apartments. She was a little out of breath and had to stop to catch it and reorganize the load she carried. Elle Mason was a girl juggling two worlds and half a dozen things in two hands. The careful ballet of purse, laptop and grocery store bags was a study in the delicate art of multi-tasking. Her apartment was on the third floor so it wasn’t just getting to her keys and getting the door open. That would be too easy. It was climbing three flights of stairs and getting to her keys and getting the door open. At the top of the final flight of stairs was her apartment; L-87. Elle dropped the bags in her left hand to the walkway and reached for the keys that were easily accessible near the top of her open purse. She thrust the key into the lock and the weight of her hand easily pushed the door open.1

“Really?” Elle grumbled to herself with an exasperated sigh as she shoved her keys uselessly back into her purse. 2

The door to the modest two bedroom apartment she was sharing with her current in a series of disappointing live-in boyfriends, Jason, had been carelessly left unlocked again. The lights in the living room and kitchen were both still on, and down the hall the guest bathroom light too. The television had not been turned off and blared a daytime talk show too loudly in the small apartment. Jason was not going to last much longer at this rate she thought to herself. Elle closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and tried to block out the already numerous sources of irritation that assaulted her in the few moments she’d been in the apartment. Instead she focused on the time to herself. Jason was at class and then on his way to work. He would be gone until ten or eleven, possibly later and that meant for nine or ten hours she was free to assume her alter ego. Free to indulge in her other life. 3

She secretly hoped that maybe HE had messaged her again. Her first assignment had been a harmless blindfold. Nothing really when you considered the range of deviance most men subscribed to, but she was getting ahead of herself. Before she could make the transformation she first had to do a few things. 4

She dropped the purse on the desk in the living room and deposited the bags on the kitchen table. With her laptop still strapped across her chest she dutifully made sure that anything refrigerated had been stored in its appropriate place before she collapsed on the couch for a moment to collect her self. 5

Elle quickly went about the process of setting her laptop up on the coffee table in the living room. She leaned back, relaxing for the first time since she had been home and turned off the television. Silence filled the apartment. She took her glasses off and set them next to the lamp on one of the sturdy black end tables as she rubbed her temple. Signs of Jason’s hurried and undoubtedly late passing were everywhere. The living room had not been uninhabited long, the couch was still warm. She must have just missed him. Still standing on the table was a glass of ice tea, not on a coaster. The ice was creating a puddle of condensation on the surface of the table.6

Elle silently gritted her teeth as the familiar sounds of Windows starting up detonated the silence. She leaned forward expectantly but before she could let herself dissolve into her other life there were a few things in this one she had to contend with. 7

First the ring of condensation must be dealt with. Elle pulled herself away from the steady glow of the screen to find a paper towel and a coaster. In the kitchen near the paper towels the few odds and ends she had left out from the grocery store still remained on the table balefully taunting her. She desperately wanted to sit back down and log in and see if there was new mail waiting for her, to see if HE had been in contact, but the desire to make things right in her own immediate sphere of influence compelled her to first store the few things left out in their proper places in the pantry. 8

Once she set the kitchen to rights the light in the hallway bathroom called to her. She struggled for a moment with her inner O.C. Demons and finally surrendered to the impulse to correct, to right, to fix. This was Elle Mason’s trademark neuroses at work; a place for everything and everything in its place. 9

In the door frame of the guest bathroom she was confronted with the classic girl in the mirror dilemma. She couldn’t simply switch the light off and move on. There was after all the costume change that must be made. She paused a moment to observe herself in the mirror. She was lucky in that she didn’t hate her body the same way that some girls did. In fact over the last year she’d even grown to enjoy her look. Elle stretched, reaching porcelain white arms for the ceiling. Long dark hair cascaded down her back to the tapered waist that exploded into her shapely hips. At twenty one here figure was voluptuous and attractive enough but she dreaded the next few years when her metabolism would slow down even further and the work it would take to maintain her curvy shape. Best not to think about that now she thought to herself as she resolved to eat more salads. She saw herself plainly in the mirror, neither too short nor too tall; not fat but not skinny, or at least not skinny enough. That morning she had oscillated between low rise jeans and a strappy black tank top or an airy pink sundress. The jeans and tank top had won. She smiled at the girl in the mirror as she kicked off the boring black flats she’d opted for that morning. She wiggled her way out of the tightly fitting jeans and revealed a pair of plain black cotton boy cut panties with pink stars on either hip. The quick application of some dark eyeliner, a little lipstick and the act of pulling her hair back into a tight pony tail transformed her from cherubic and innocent to sultry and mysterious. 10

“Who are you?” She whispered at the much different girl facing her now. 11

The hallway was dark and the bedroom door was closed. Even though she suspected that there was probably more evidence of Jason’s negligence lingering in wait for her on the other side of it she was able to suppress the desire to check and see because the door was closed; out of site, out of mind. Should she grab the blindfold? She thought about it for a moment and decided that if HE wanted it he could ask for it. Elle returned to the living room carefully verifying that all was as it should be, entertaining a tiny thrill at the thought of someone seeing her in her current state of undress as she closed the open blinds to the large bay window that dominated the wall by the door. She turned to the door and locked the deadbolt with a careful deliberate finality. 12

There on the screen the prompt for her user ID and password waited to transport her to her other world; the world of Camfidential.13

In one world she was Elle Mason, honor roll student, loving girl friend, and a total introvert. In one world she was a conventional girl with conventional desires and a conventional look, but in her secret life she was someone else. The quiet door mat of a girl that never spoke up and never complained was replaced with another persona. When she logged in Elle Mason disappeared. 14

She typed the name.15

Mysterygirl8716

The password was a simple combination of her birthday and her intitals.17

E01181987M18

Camfidential was a website Elle had found almost a year ago. The site functioned like a bastardized version of Myspace. Elle wasn’t sure if other girls adopted persona to use the service but she did. Mysterygirl87’s homepage displayed a profile picture of her torso and exposed breasts. There were stars covering her nipples and the top of the frame cut off just below her nose. The picture was intended to tantalize and draw in potential customers. The service was simple and if you were a girl with a camera it was practically free. When she was online people could see that she was signed in and then from there all they had to do was initiate contact by sending her a message to arrange for her to turn her webcam on. Her profile was linked to a PayPal account and once she turned her camera on she could allow other Camfidential members to connect and view at flat rate per minute. A percentage of that money went to the Camfidential service and the rest went directly to her PayPal account. She enjoyed both the freedom of working from home and the thrill of showing off. Elle felt a jolt of anticipation shoot down her spine as she waited for her home page to load. 19

Mysterygirl87 was outspoken, demanding and totally a secret to everyone in her real life. Mystergirl87 had begun as a way for Elle to make some extra money her sophomore year as an online model for Camfidential but had blossomed into something more. The number of men that kept coming back to see her had at first surprised her; now it surprised her when they didn’t come back. She had never been too hung up on the morality of it. She rationalized it as an easy way to make a lot of extra money if one wasn’t too picky about being naked for total strangers. As it had turned out she wasn’t. It had been a pleasant surprise to learn that along with a paycheck she also received an exhibitionistic rush at the thought of being naked for the anonymous masses. Elle wasn’t your typical girl in a downward spiral acting out and she hadn’t been a foster child or a troubled teen. She’d just been a child of indifferent and unobservant parents. They had both been white collar professionals who were content to only directly participate in her life in so much as it did not interfere with their own. This hands off attitude had left a lot of open ground for her to cover on her own. After a small host of therapist from the time she was sixteen to now all trying to explain away her preoccupation with sex she was still figuring things out for her self; usually the hard way.20

Mysterygirl87 had been a model for Camfidential for just over a year and had accumulated enough regular customers that she didn’t have to take new ones if she didn’t feel like it and often didn’t, but last week something had happened that she was sure she had taken ever possible precaution to avoid. There had been two messages in her inbox that she hadn’t been ready for. The subject line of the first one had been a simple attention grabbing syllable; her real name in bold capital letters; ELLE. The sender had left himself a mystery, no photo on his profile only the name had been filled out but it had been no help in identifying him; De Sade’s Folly. The message had been cryptic, threatening even but she had not found herself frightened as much as intrigued.21

Elle-22

Let’s dispense with formality. I know who you are. Your secret is safe with me; however silence comes at a price. I will give you assignments. You will carry them out. If you are good and do as you’re told you will be rewarded. If not….well we’ll see about that. Your first assignment is to purchase a blindfold. A simple sleep mask will suffice. You will take pictures of your self topless, hands behind your back wearing the mask. You will send them to me here. 23

p.s. Buy yourself a camera. -HIM24

The next message in her inbox had been from the Camfidential service informing her that a thousand dollars had been transferred to her account. That was simply unheard of. She had never been paid that much for anything. She had gone out that day and bought herself a Sony Cybershot and rather than a simple sleep mask had gone to boutique called Pleasure Island and purchased a sexy black satin blindfold. She’d been working as a webcam model for a year and taking still pictures of herself had come easily. She had taken quite a few pictures of herself and after going through them had selected a dozen that she liked. She had compressed them and mailed them the next morning. Elle had dutifully logged in each day since and there had been no message but today was different. Today there would be something. A reaction at the very least and possibly another assignment, she could feel it.25

The tone that indicated she had successfully signed in dinged loudly snapping Elle out of her reverie. Nothing; a week had gone by and still nothing. Elle hooked her webcam up and turned in on waiting patiently for the inevitable request for access. She enjoyed being on display but had hoped for something different today. So many men all wanted the same thing. It never changed. Show me your pussy or can we meet. Yes to the first as long as they were paying but never to the latter. Elle had never met any of her customers or wanted to. The games she played on cam for people that she’d never have to deal with face to face were one thing but the possibility of actually engaging any of these people in person for some reason repulsed her.26

There were three people already in the queue for her cam. Mysterygirl87 was about to go to work and she knew that she’d need some props for even the most run of the mill voyeurs. She turned her cam on and skipped down the hallway as it loaded. The bedroom door that she’d been so content to leave closed was a barrier for Elle Mason but not for her alter ego. She hardly even noticed Jason’s shoes in the middle of the floor, the unmade bed or the smaller private bathroom toilet still running. She had a mission. The large chest of drawers with the antique vanity mirror contained her toys and costumes. Sometimes Jason was lucky enough to be privy to part of that but more often than not he never saw the things in the top drawer on the left. The satin blindfold was there and behind that the large hand blown glass dildo that she tended to use for her private shows. On a whim she also grabbed the blindfold and with both toys in tow she returned to the living room closing the door behind her.27

There waiting for her along with what had become five rather than three potential customers was an alert informing her that there was a new message in her inbox. She sat down in the space between the table and the couch pushing the couch back a few feet so she’d have room to maneuver and, after verifying that none of them were HIM, allowed all five of the men to view her cam at the usual flat dollar a minute rate. Her microphone was built into the front of the laptop and it was easier than trying to chat with each guy individually. Once a member logged into a girls camera it took them into a communal chat room that they would share with any other member who also happened to be viewing the same cam. This provided the members with privacy as the number one incentive to spend more a minute. Mysterygirl87 preferred to do large audiences and not take a lot of direction. The one on one shows were reserved for men who really made the experience worthwhile which wasn’t that often when she’d started but as she’d acquired a larger fan base it was happening more and more.28

She desperately wanted to see if that new message was from HIM but also wanted to keep her new audience involved. The simplest way to do that was to take off an article of clothing. She clicked on the icon for her inbox and then peeled off the black tank top leaving her in a strapless black bra and her black boy cuts. Her breasts were not spectacularly large but they were a nice round pear shaped set that were evenly and symmetrically aligned, she had been told she filled out a c cup nicely The message was from him this time the subject line read 29

WHAT’S NEXT?30

Her heart was actually beating faster. She opened the message and notice that there were two more men waiting to be allowed to view her room. Feeling frisky she upped the ante a little and bumped the minute rate to two dollars. They both accepted immediately. She now had two rooms open one for a group at dollar a minute, one for two dollars and a third window for her Camfidential page. That amount of clutter would ordinarily have set her nerves on edge but Mysterygirl87 was easily juggling the three. The customers in both rooms were all posting different variations of the same thing. 31

Take it off.32

The new message from HIM was there, waiting, all she had to do was read it but instead she turned around and got up on her knees facing away from the camera positioned on the coffee table. She giggled to herself as she thought about how often this seemingly innocuous table had been a platform from which she performed a host of erotic displays. She looked back over her shoulder to make sure the angle was good and saw that her ass was clearly and neatly framed in the camera window. She spread her legs a little further apart arching her back raising her firm heart shaped ass into the air. “MORE! MORE! MORE!” clamored the men watching her. She reached down between her legs pulling her panties to the side exposing her shaved pussy. Her lips were short and pink and above that her tiny virgin ass hole winked out above the finger she had slid one knuckle deep into her wet pussy. She enjoyed herself for a moment and then forced herself to stop. She had learned from experience that if she brought herself all the way to orgasm too early she would be less than enthusiastic about going long enough to make it worth her time. She rearranged her panties, feeling the sticky wetness of her own aroused sex against her skin as she set down and let them see her face and still covered breasts for a moment. Seven men were watching her already and in the ten minutes she’d been playing for them as many again were waiting to view. She didn’t accept any new requests as she scanned the two chat rooms that were already open. The accolades for the beauty and shape of her ass and pussy were numerous and sadly, pathetically repetitive. Those same men were now telling her how beautiful her face was and how hot she was. Initially that had been a boost to her relatively fragile self esteem but by now it was so pattern typical that she was hardly even affected. Instead she was enraptured with the message she’d not even been aware that she wanted so badly. Mysterygirl87 wasn’t sure if it had been the thousand dollars, or the fact that it was someone she knew in her real life but she’d been unable to think of anything else. Who was he? What did he want? Was he a threat? A friend? The questions raced through her mind and she felt that with each correspondence she was rushing closer to the answer.33

Elle-34

You get an A+ for assignment one. I hope you made good use of my first investment in project L. You really are so beautiful. Do you know that? I’m sure that you hear it all the time but it’s true. I am fixated on the little things. Your hands and your feet for instance. Your next assignment is to take pictures of yourself fingering what I can only imagine is your beautiful pussy. I want you to write the words “FOR HIM” in dry erase marker above your pussy. I want you to decorate your hands and wrist. I want jewelry and nail polish. I also want you to find some extremely strappy heels. Something fun and sexy but opened toed. I leave the color up to you but I prefer vivid red for your nails. I want pictures of your feet, both shoed and bared. I expect you to have pictures for me here within the week. You will post both the pictures you’ve already taken and the ones you will take on your profile so that any user can see them. You will also still email me my own personal copies. 35

-HIM36

Both the men from the two dollar rate room had logged off her cam but still managed to spend a solid twenty three minutes. The dollar room men were down to two but there were six men waiting in queue to be allowed into her cam. Mysterygirl87 decided that it would be worth her time to play a little longer and it wouldn’t hurt to get off in the process. She allowed all six men in at the same dollar rate enlarging her audience to eight and then maximized her camera window. It was thrilling to see herself displayed in 19’ high definition liquid crystal display. She quickly stripped both the strapless bra and star printed panties. She reclined back on the couch with her legs spread creating a shot that was basically straight on of her spread pussy. Her breasts were mounds on her torso. She was pleased with the shot, it was very porn. The Pyrex dildo had been a significant indulgence with a price tag of several hundred dollars. She lazily toyed with her clit hidden under the folds of her hood as she weighed the benefits of a vibrator versus a regular dildo. Mysterygirl87 preferred a dildo for penetration and insertion and a vibrator for clitoral stimulation. She worked herself into a fervor playing with her clit lifting one leg all the way up pulling her calf back on her torso creating an extremely obscene angle for the audience that might as well have not even been there. The glass dildo was large. Eight inches long 2 inches in diameter. The shaft curved ever so slight and terminated in an extremely pronounced crown of a head. She pushed that large head into her now hungry wet pussy. She pushed passed the head a little further stretching her soft pink lips around the gargantuan transparent shaft. She could hear the barely audible click that indicated there was a new message from one of her audience members going off like machine gun fire. She pushed further, nearly reaching the base now pulling her other leg up to her torso. She reached down and fingered her clit while simultaneously fucking herself harder and harder with the cold unforgiving length of the Pyrex phallus. She was closer and closer to orgasm and did something to spur it along that she did not often do. She reached down with the hand she’d been teasing her clit with to rub a finger on the rim of her pristine and unexplored ass hole. She’d never had more than a drunk guys tongue any deeper than that in her ass ever but found herself erotically fixated on the thought of anal sex if not the reality. It was while thinking about being fucked in her ass while she buried the eight inches of the glass cock to it’s shaft over and over again that the first whimpers of the impending orgasm escaped her lips. After that it was a matter of pushing just the tip of her finger into the most forbidden area of her body and sliding the glass dildo in and out fast and hard to cause her thighs to shake and her breath to quicken. She tensed as the wave of pleasure washed over her body, the relaxation of the muscles in her body making the light sheen of sweat that covered her torso and face uncomfortably cool. She relaxed her legs and sat up. 37

“Thanks guys.” She managed huskily as she logged off the camera service.38

There again was the blinking message. One unread message in your inbox; curious she opened it to discover another message from the Camfidential service. Another fund transfer, this time for five hundred dollars. One guy in basically two weeks had dropped fifteen hundred dollars for pictures that she would probably have done just to keep her secret safe. Was he trying to buy her she wondered and then was she for sell? What did he really want she wondered? She found herself compelled to perform the tasks he set. She wanted to make him happy, whoever he was. Not in the same disconnected way that she performed for the numerous camera viewers she performed for but in a personal way that she didn’t fully understand. The first thing she would have to do is go shoe shopping. 39