Amanda

As she sits on her bed looking at her reflection in the full length mirror Amanda wonders how she had gotten herself into this predicament. After all she is not some love sick teenager; she is a 42 year old divorcee with a 13 year old daughter.

So why is she sitting on the bed wearing her daughters school uniform, white blouse with school tie and a short black mini skirt, in her opinion a much too short skirt; underneath she wears fishnet stockings and some skimpy underwear she has found in her daughters wardrobe, how did her internet master know it was there? And where had Laura got it from? What was a 13 year old doing with such filthy things, why would her little princess have black shiny leather underwear that was just strips of material that left very little to the imagination? When she was Laura’s age she was still wearing white panties and bras with teddy bear patterns.

And the other clothing she had never seen before, skirts that were so short it would be pointless wearing any panties and tops that barely covered anything, such inappropriate clothing for a young teen. She would be having serious words with the young madam and her ex husband. She assumes Alan had given Laura the money to buy the clothing, Laura’s precious daddy, the man who had deserted them so that he could move in with his boy friend. Amanda found it embarrassing to be deserted and then humiliating when she found out she had been dumped for a man. The only good thing to come out of the divorce was the financial settlement.

Her thoughts turn to the past weeks, soon after the divorce her friends dropped her, probably because of her constant moaning about Alan, her small circle of friends had dwindled to the point where she spends most of her time alone. Laura came up with the idea of internet dating, she had even recommended a web site that one of her school fiends said her mother used. Amanda had initially laughed at the idea, but one lonely evening when Laura was staying with her father and after several Gin and Tonics she had signed up to the site. She was amazed how quickly she received the first response; it was almost as if he had been waiting for her to join.

The initial contacts were nice, first by e-mail exchange and then my social networking and finally via web cam, although his camera was not working so she was unable to see him. It was good to have an outsider to discuss things with and he was such a good listener. When he asked for a photograph she happily obliged. She blushed when he complimented her on her looks and one evening when she had had much too much wine she posed topless in front of the lap top showing off her firm breasts. Then things changed, he became more demanding, but she was hooked, this was her lifeline to the outside world and she was scared that if she did not accede to his wishes he would no longer contact her.

Initially she had posed in her underwear in front of the full length mirror allowing him to see her via the lap tops build in camera, at his insistence she purchased a better web cam and posed provocatively following his directions, the transition to full frontal nude was an easy step and after her fairly sheltered sex life she was finding the whole affair both stimulating and decadent. Then on that fateful night he demanded she spread her legs and show him her private parts; only that was not the word he used – his word was vulgar and horrid. She had instantly refused expecting him to end the conversation and their internet relationship, but that was not what he wanted. She was sickened when he told her that if she didn’t follow his instructions he would post her nude photographs and her address on the web.

Submissively she sat naked on the side of her bed; it felt as if her home had been violated by the demon she had invited into her world. Again he demanded she spread her legs and show him her… she could not bring herself to use his foul language. Slowly almost tantalisingly she parted her thighs allowing him to see the bush of blonde pubic hair that covered her opening. She cried when he called her a filthy slut for covering her cunt with hair, her tears flowing harder when he demanded she shave herself whilst he watched. Fortunately her ex had left his shaving cream and manual razor behind when he moved out and a few minutes later Amanda was back on the bed. Following his demanding instructions she first trimmed her pubic hair with the scissors before lathering and shaving until every trace of hair had been removed. But this was not enough for her tormenter; he demanded that she pulled the outer lips apart and to allow him to look at her opening.