Jamie lives half the country away. This would be fine, except Jamie is my submissive, is collared to me and is my lover and friend.In order to overcome these difficulties, we manage to use a couple of tools, and use them well. First and foremost, of course, is the airplane. We can scrape the money together to fly, one to the other or vice versa about every other month. It’s the days in between those visits, however, which are truly difficult.Our second tool is the phone. We chat about life, we chat about sex, we chat about disappointments and expectations, she calls me by my name most of the time, however, there are times when “Sir” is more appropriate.Third is the Internet. Instant messenger provides contact often, and much, much of our lives is discussed there. But recently, as our time apart has drawn longer and longer due to circumstances beyond our control, sexual desire on, for another has become nearly overwhelming. Which gives us our latest, and most powerful tool, the Web cam.Jamie and I had a hot night on Tuesday, my little slut performing for me on camera while I whispered Ümraniye Escort instructions to her over the phone. It is amazing that she can respond as she does to the sound of my voice alone. She is terribly slutty and completely under my control. Her submission is amazing, and perhaps a tale for another day.As a part of the scene, I ordered her to use her panties to clean the slut puddle she had so eagerly created. Then, I instructed her to place the panties in a plastic bag and to mail them to me first thing in the morning. She did as I asked, but overslept Wednesday morning, forgetting to finish her assignment by mailing the package to me.Obviously, although meaning well, my slut needed to learn a lesson. She tries very, very hard to obey, but failing a task as simple as this deserved correction.After explaining my disappointment to her, I instructed my little slut to prepare for punishment the next evening. I had something special planned for her, a punishment fitting her crime.As the time drew closer for her punishment, I put the final Ümraniye Escort Bayan pieces of her punishment together, IM’ing a fellow Dominant and asking that he give me a little “assistance” humiliating my errant submissive.Finally, it was time, and I gave her her instructions. First, I informed her that, as this was a punishment, she was not allowed to hear my voice. Instead, she would set her instant messenger so that the type was large enough that she could read it. She was to set her camera, begin a conference and invite me and my fellow Dom, Mark. As she performed my instructions, Mark and I would “critique” her performance, humiliating her, and driving home the lesson that she must follow my instructions fully when given an assignment. Although we would be able to hear her through the Webcam, she could only see our typed commentary, further humiliating her.I then instructed her to make sure she had clothes pins, her vibrator and a paraffin candle at hand. She was to light the candle so that it would be ready for the scene.Conference Escort Ümraniye invites sent and accepted, Mark and I typing remarks via the conference, it was time for her punishment to begin. Are you ready, slut? I typed.”Yes Sir,” was her reply, audible over the connection. Good. Strip. She immediately complied, peeling her nightgown off to reveal her lovely breasts, pale skin, and visibly, even over Webcam, wet pussy.As she settled herself on her bed, thousands of miles away, I felt my flesh respond to her willingness to exhibit herself for my pleasure. Conscious, however, of her need for my guidance, I focused my energies on picking up a commentary with Mark, and dictating her every move. Put a clothespin on each nipple, slut, I instructed. Thank me after each one. Do you understand? “Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir.” She is an eager little tramp, isn’t she? Mark typed. Indeed, she is. She needs to be a slut like this for me, to learn her lesson. As she finished placing the clothespins on her nipples, I noticed she had opted to put them on sideways rather than tip on – a method less painful than I had intended her to experience. You put them on wrong, didn’t you, slut? I asked, knowing she’d understand immediately.”I put them … Did I? Oh, I did, didn’t I, Sir? Thank you, Sir,” was her reply as she removed the clothespin on her right nipple and put it on correctly.