That evening, an unexpected turn of events.

At home, later that day, you spend your evening stalking both Mistress Anna & Mistress Kathy on Facebook, seeing as you're friends and you do have access to their otherwise private profiles.

They've most likely gone through your profile you rationalize to yourself, seeing as they were the ones to send friend requests. Conscience sated, you go to town on their pictures and status updates, sucking up every scrap of information like a vacuum cleaner.

It happens as you're deep into the pictures uploaded to Kathys account, staring intently at a picture of Kathy wearing a pair of cream colored jodphurs, complete with black riding boots matching her pants and reaching up to her knees and a tight, white top, cutting off just above her navel, showing off her tight stomach and her pierced navel. The photo is obviously taken on the move as Kathy stands like in the middle of a stride, one arm at her sides and the other slightly in front of her, her long locks flowing down her shoulders and that same mesmerizing smile that she and Anna share, her eyes full of mirth and a tinge of sadism. You're so excited by the picture that you struggle to unbuckle your pants in order to free your raging erection.

That's when you accidentally click the like button. You freeze, a sense of panic rising. "Oh. Shit. She'll know I've been stalking her profile, the picture is several years old!" Babbling to yourself you give in to panic, beginning to pace the length of your apartment.

Moments later your computer chimes and you look over, appearing on the screen is an instant message from Kathy.

"Aren't you an eager beaver."

(Kathy is typing..)

"Like my pictures?"

Gulping, you seat yourself and type a reply in the affirmative, basically just typing yes.

(Kathy is typing..)

"Naughty boy, stalking my pictures like that.. Is your dick hard?"

(You are typing..)

"I'm sorry Mistress Kathy and yes, it's hard."

Your breathing turns shallow and the pace of your breathing increases as well. As your excitement just keeps rising and rising, you realize you're immensely turned by the situation and being caught out like this.

(Kathy is typing..)

"Mhm, naughty and horny.. What a dirty boy you are!"

Typing a quick reply and hitting send, you admit that you are indeed a dirty boy and that you should be punished. Moments later a chime indicates a new message from Kathy.

"Indeed you should, you dirty boy. Do you have a webcam and a microphone on your computer?" Replying that you do indeed have indicated equipment you wait for a response, your cock making a tent in your and a wet spot on the front of your pants indicates your excitement.

(Kathy is typing..)

"Add me on Skype, turn on your webcam and microphone, get naked and wait for further instructions." Another message pops up giving you her Skype handle.

(Kathy has gone offline, last activity one minute ago.)

Excited beyond belief you sign onto Skype, add her handle, set up your webcam, microphone and your speakers before stripping, throwing your clothes all over the room in your haste to strip.

You take you seat, waiting for further instructions, picture of Mistress Kathy in her jodhpurs still on your screen as you stare at it in longing desire.