Lezbogrrrl69.

Almost as soon as the link goes live, there is a message on the screen:

'Lezbogrrrl69: Hiya Juicy, I thought you'd gone forever.'

Lezbogrrrl is one of my regulars. At first I questioned whether she really was a girl - most women, even lesbians, don't get much of a kick out of seeing another woman waving her arse in front of a camera. But some of the things that she said - complementing me on hair, make-up and outfits, etc. - led me to believe that maybe she was. Either that or a gay male and they are even less likely to be here. I figured in the end that she must get a kick out of the illusion of one to one interaction, with the guarantee of anonymity.

'JuicyLucy: I would never leave you, honey.' I reply. I use a mobile phone at my hip, linked to the computer, to communicate with my clients. Like most of my generation, I can text as fast as I can talk (sometimes faster) and with different Internet technologies making audio streaming an imprecise art, I prefer to use text to communicate and save audio for appropriate moans or cries of passion. When the text appears on the screen, I blow her a kiss.

'bigbadboner: Like the maids outfit Lucy. Got somethin her 4 u 2 polish' appears on the screen. I lift the hem of my short maid's skirt and curtsey, bowing low to expose a lot of cleavage.

'Why thank you kind master', I text back. The counter in the corner of the screen indicate 5 people logged on. It will get much busier soon.

'Lezbogrrrl69: Do you think you could dust the top of the bookshelves for me my dear?'

I smile to myself and begin to climb the step ladder that has already been placed there for this purpose. As I ascend, the webcam automatically tracks my progress, following me up the ladder. I stop at several points to bend and dust, allowing the hem of my maid's dress to flip up and expose my stocking tops and tight black panties.

'bigbadboner: Can u stick the duster up yor ass lucy'

I look at the camera in mock alarm and then at the long handled feather duster. Dutifully I bend and prod around my pantie-clad arse with the duster, then turn and shrug. I log his request for later in the session, but I am not ready to do that yet.

'Lezbogrrrl69: Run the duster around your thighs Lucy'.

I turn the feather duster in my hand and begin to run its softer head between my legs and down the backs of my thighs. The tickling sensation where the duster meets my bare flesh is extremely pleasant. I indulge myself by doing that some more. Then I unhook my garter / suspender belt and slide my stockings down to my knees, in order to run the soft feathers up and down my thighs some more.

When I finally turn back to the screen, many more clients have logged on and the screen is full of messages. I mentally pick out a few. It is easy to get swamped with requests and try to please everybody - which means that you run around like a mad thing looking very unerotic. Its best just to pick the things you want to do and do them slowly and well. It gives the clients the illusion that you will do anything for them. Half the comments are just cheerleading or **** anyway.

'bitchMASTER: I didn't say you could let down your stockings BITCH!'. Up yours bitchMASTER I think.

'Lezbogrrrl69: Are you wearing our favourite toy Lucy?'. I have a second mobile phone wedged up inside my pussy and set on vibrate. All that she (or others) have to do is call or text the number to send waves of pleasure through my body. Its my home made attempt at interactive cybersex.

'JuicyLucy: Yes Lezbogrrrl I am.' I wait a few seconds in delicious anticipation, then suddenly the vibrations begin and I grip the step ladder tightly as I am taken by the stimulating pleasure.

I writhe on the step ladder under this internal itch that I am unable to scratch. I rub my arse on the steps so that my little dress rides up to my belly and my black panties are shown to the world. I fight the temptation to jam my hand down inside my panties. I do however wrap my thighs tightly around the handle of the feather duster and pull it hard against my clit as I gasp with the unbearable pleasure.

As the vibrations continue (Lezbogrrrl joined no doubt by a number of other clients by now) I begin to stumble slowly down the steps. The camera silently tracks me as I descend. I slide into an undignified heap of weak-kneed pleasure on the floor.

'JuicyLucy: Thanks Lezbogrrrl. Thanks guys', I text with one hand whilst rubbing my breast with the other.

'TitsPervert: Why dont you do a nice sexy strip for us Lucy?'

'bigbadboner: Get yor pantys off lucy I want to see yor PUSSY!'

'Fetishfiend: Let me see your FEET Lucy.'

'bitchMASTER: Strip for me BITCH'

'bigbadboner: Can u stick the duster up yor ass lucy'

As the vibrations begin to subside, I lie back on the floor and extend my long straight legs in the air. With my right foot, I kick off my left shoe. The long spike-heeled monstrosity falls to earth and clatters loudly on the floor. Then with my left stockinged foot, I kick off my right shoe. I wriggle my toes at the camera and rub my feet together for the benefit of Fetishfiend and others.

Then I slowly remove my stockings, first one and then the other; running my fingers up and down my bare legs as I do so. Every now and then I have to pause as one of my clients sends another wave of vibrating pleasure through my body. But that just adds to the sense of anticipation.

When the stockings are off, I again wriggle my toes and rub my feet together. Then I take the feather duster and tickle my feet with it, before running it up and down the whole length of my bare legs.

'bigbadboner: Get yor dress off I want 2 fuck u'. I smile. The art of a good strip is to maintain the illusion as long as possible. I still look very much like a french maid. I have removed only stockings and shoes (and I might put the latter back on again). My black panties and little black maids' dress are still on. I still wear that dinky little apron and the coy little maids' cap still keeps my blonde hair in check.

'Lezbogrrrl69: You have lovely long legs to die for and I would love to lick your pussy, Lucy'.