This is a F/F tale of submission, control, and subjugation. Both main characters are eighteen years of age. Oral sex, anal sex, pain, humiliation and more are all on the table. Even if those subjects aren't your particular cup of tea I suggest you still stick with this one. You might be surprised.
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Candace fidgeted with the detachable camera lens affixed to the top of her laptop monitor. The studious girl chewed her lip in consternation as she scrutinized the mirrored video recording displayed on the computer screen. A girl in her late teenage years with pale, milky-white skin and long lashes surrounding her tapered, almond-shaped eyes stared back at Candace through the camera feed. The long blonde hair stretching past Candace's bare shoulders and spilling down her back in wavy curls had been dyed from its natural dirty-yellow color to a glossy platinum sheen that would pop with glistening effect whenever she was on camera.
Candace wore an expensive set of lacy pink lingerie that turned out to be more than worth the price of retail considering her rate of return every time she donned the skimpy outfit. Soft, silky straps bound her breasts rather than covering them and emphasized nearly every rounded detail of her healthy young chest. While Candace's nipples remained tastefully concealed beneath those thin straps, the material could easily be pulled aside to expose the brown, pebbly areolae encircling her hard, pointed buds. She could even reveal the entire bulging mounds of her teenaged tits if she so desired.
Candace was a small, skinny girl who couldn't hope to match the massive endowments of some of her camgirl peers but her medium-sized breasts were naturally perky with a very pleasing bounce and lift to them. She wore a skimpy pair of frilly pink lace panties that showed off the bare skin of her immaculately shaved legs and thighs. While the front of her underwear effectively covered her crotch a thin string sliding up through her buttcrack left Candace's supple bottom cheeks brazenly exposed.
In her "civilian" life Candace's lovely assets rarely turned heads, mostly because she never allowed anyone to actually see them. Candace wore large, round glasses and modest, unflattering clothing that obscured her true figure. Candace grew up in an extremely conservative and religious household. During Candace's pubescent period, her high-strung, overbearing mother noticed with displeasure exactly what kind of body her daughter was developing. She took great pains to keep her baby girl pure by dressing her like the dorkiest choir girl in existence and forcing Candace to wear glasses that took up half the real estate on her face rather than purchase any contact lenses that might showcase the gorgeous hazel-green shade of her pupils.
Subsequently, no high school boys ever really hit on Candace but that was just fine by her. Boys were distracting and she couldn't afford any distractions. Candace attended one of the most prestigious public universities in the country and couldn't possibly afford the expensive tuition rates without qualifying for scholarships. Those benefits only covered the cost of classes though, she still had books to purchase along with paying for her own room and board. Retaining her scholarships meant maintaining a high GPA in an unforgiving field of study which left precious little time for keeping a steady job. Fortunately, Candace found ulterior methods for making ends meet.
Finally satisfied with her appearance and assured that the door to her dorm room was firmly shut and locked, Candace logged onto the website that hosted the "room" where she held her erotic camera sessions. When her online handle "xxxCandySweetBootiexxx" popped on the screen in bright pink letters, Candace flipped her striking blonde hair backwards as she flashed the biggest, brightest smile she could muster.
"Hey guys, Candy's back! Who's ready to have some fun tonight?"
Replies of agreement and ribald encouragement instantly cluttered the comment field. With so many big-titted, skanky girls camming on this website, Candace was continually amazed by how rapidly she developed a devoted fanbase. Perhaps this online community was finally looking for something real, a nice plain-spoken Midwestern gal who lacked any plastic embellishment and liked listening to classic and alternative rock rather than shitty rap songs with beats and rhythms made only for twerking booty. The truth was, underneath her thick glasses and loose-fitting clothing Candace was an absolute knockout and the fact that hundreds of people were drooling and beating off to her image made Candace feel both desirable and empowered.
After numerous user requests, Candace started updating her profile to include the dates and times for her upcoming performances. There were thirty users ready and waiting to join her room as soon as Candace logged on and that number was already climbing. Time for work.
Candace idly chatted with her guests for some time then as a teasing promise for what was to come she held up to the camera every single toy she planned on using this evening. Lying on a towel beside the nest of blankets Candace knelt upon was a varied assortment of vibrators, dildos, buttplugs, anal beads, paddles, and more. Candace could earn hundreds over the course of only a few hours work and those tips only went up the more she toyed with herself. She expected to demonstrate the use of every one of these implements of torture and pleasure before logging off for the night.
Even if she found a regular part-time job, Candace could never make enough to afford college. Her parents weren't exactly well-off and their generosity was scant and half-hearted at best. They would prefer that Candace become the dutiful housewife to a rich husband rather than pursue her desired medical career as a nurse or doctor. Mom and Dad gave her pocket change but couldn't provide much more help beyond that.
Those old prudes never suspected that beneath her modest, chastely exterior, Candace held secrets that would have shamed them. Candace's friends and family never would have believed that their precious baby girl and their dorky classmate had a chronic addiction to masturbation or believed that she regularly perused erotic fiction online since her parents were too naive to block access to those websites from their home wifi network. Candace read every variety and genre of porn voraciously but stories featuring exhibitionism, humiliation, anal sex, and weirdly enough lesbian sex tended to affect her the most deeply. This last one was especially perplexing considering Candace held zero attraction to any of the girls she knew. But touching herself under her sheets while reading naughty stories late into the night fulfilled a desperate yearning in Candace that soon progressed into a compulsion.
Before leaving for college, Candace used this newfound sexual knowledge to pursue alternative forms of employment. When she originally went down the seedier path of financial compensation, Candace briefly considered a stripping career. She took dance lessons as a kid and knew she looked fantastic naked. That should be enough to make a little cash. Candace had a distant older cousin who had been shunned by the rest of her family when they discovered she regularly took her clothes off and danced for money. Candace still kept in touch despite her cousin's decadent lifestyle and when Candace revealed her intentions, she recommended Candace consider performing online instead. It made sense. The rewards were potentially greater and Candace would never have to deal with handsy customers or even serve those clients face-to-face.
Her curiosity piqued, Candace began browsing camgirl websites and soon became addicted to watching other girls take their clothes off and play with themselves. She had to be extremely cautious in her viewing habits while still living at home with her parents but nearly every night Candace ended up jilling off while she observed sexy girls online and learned their tricks.
