Page 46 of Prince of Vice

Imagine me, bound before you, completely at your mercy. You tease me with your touch, never quite giving me what I crave.

My fingers tremble as they tap out the words.

Ah, Isabella. You have no idea how much I've thought about that very scenario. In return, picture me taking control of your body, guiding you through every sensation until you're begging for release.

My eyes flutter closed as I imagine it, my body responding to the mere idea of his touch.

I'd like to see you enact my fantasies right now.

Now? But, how?

I will instruct you and you will film yourself and send me the video. Can you do this for me, sweet Isabella?

Eager to please Primo, I swallow the lump in my throat and agree to his instructions. I have never done anything like this before, but the thought of giving him control over my body, even from a distance, makes me shiver.

Alright. I’ll do it.

Good girl.

I can almost hear the satisfaction in his voice.

Start by stripping out of your clothes slowly. Make sure you capture every moment on video.

I prop my phone up on the nightstand, ensuring that the camera has a full view of me. The room feels heavy with anticipation as I begin to undress, each article of clothing sliding off my skin like silk. I am painfully aware of the camera's gaze; it is both unnerving and exhilarating.

As I shed my final garment, I stand completely naked before the lens. My heart pounds wildly in my chest, but I force myself to remain composed. I send the video to Primo, my fingers trembling slightly.

Good.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

Now, I want you to trace your body with your fingertips, but don't touch yourself where you truly desire. I need to see the longing in your eyes.

I take a deep breath and follow his command, my fingers grazing across my collarbone, down my arms, and over my breasts, stopping just short of my nipples. As I continue to explore the contours of my body, the ache between my thighs grows more insistent. I can feel the wetness pooling there, slick and hot.

I send Primo the second video, my pulse racing. His approval comes swiftly.

You're doing good work, Isabella. Now, lay back on the bed and spread your thighs. Show me that beautiful pussy, and remember, you are not to touch yourself.

My face flushes with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as I comply, positioning myself on the bed with my most intimate parts exposed. The camera captures every detail, from the glistening wetness of my arousal to the delicate folds of my labia. As I send him the video, my body quivers with need.

Your nipples look so hard, Isabella. They're begging for attention. Toy with them for me, and remember that next time, I'll be sending you home with nipple clamps.

I bite my lip, imagining the sensation of cold metal tightening around my sensitive flesh. Fingers trembling, I tease my nipples, tugging and pinching them just enough to elicit a moan. The camera captures it all, each gasp and shiver as I surrender myself to Primo's desires.

Such an obedient girl you are.

I feel a swell of pride mingled with my mounting lust. His messages grow darker, more insistent.

Now, I want you to take two fingers and slowly enter your pussy. Make sure the camera is very close.

I position my phone carefully, ensuring every detail will be captured. My fingers tremble with anticipation as they slip between my slick folds. It's torturous how slowly I must move, but I know that defying Primo isn't an option. At least, not yet.

Good girl. Now, take those sweet juices and rub them into your nipples. You're not allowed to come, understand?

Every nerve in my body screams for release, but I nod obediently, even though he can't see me. Dipping my fingers back inside myself, I gather the evidence of my desire and bring it up to my swollen nipples. The sensation of my own wetness against them is electrifying, and I struggle to hold back my climax.

Your obedience is tantalizing, Isabella. But I sense you're on the brink. Remember, you mustn't come.