The stories I post in this thread will be based on a real life sub that I had away from this and the GD community. I will pick highlights from our experiences - how it started, how things escalated and personal favourite experiences that sit with me and live rent free in my head.
Our mermaid is someone I met online, who I have me several times since this. We still occasionally play, but not as regularly owing to time zones and such. She is 6 years younger than me, and on occasions I did spoil her a bit too.
Very Important Note: I will not tolerate any requests for the pictures/videos referenced. We have an agreement on how these are handled, and not once in the 3 years of play I violated this. I will keep that agreement.
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A Cautious Introduction
We met on a Sunday, online... There was a vibe from the start that was curiously sexy - very playful, very inquisitive. She introduced herself with a few pictures. A 5ft flat brunette - hair right down to the small of he back. Skinny. Small tits with a nice shapely bum. A total bombshell.
The conversation moved to what turned us on very quickly. Mine: Controlling clothes and pleasure. Her: Experiments and teasing... And later I found out.... Showing off a bit.
So along came her first task - she was working from home:
- During your zoom call, pull off your panties whilst still on camera
- If you can go off camera, strip naked whilst the call continues
- Change into your shortest dress to collect your food delivery from downstairs
- then cum for me.
She didn't disappoint.
I remember the messages coming in real-time, her excitement building with each one as our chat lit up my screen.
"The call is starting now,"
My reply was quick: "Remember, panties off during the call. Show me."
A pause, then the first video arrived—no words, just the clip: shot discreetly under her desk, her fingers slipping into the waistband of those lacy white panties she'd teased me about earlier. She tugged them down her smooth, skinny thighs, the fabric bunching before she kicked them free with a little shimmy. Her bare skin came into view, thighs parting just enough to hint at her growing arousal.
I watched it loop, my cock stirring, and fired back: "Fuck, that's hot. You've got me hard already."
"This is crazy, can't believe I'm doing this."
"Good girl," I messaged. "Feel that exposure? Edge a bit while they talk."
No reply text, her focus I assume split between work chatter and the heat building between her legs.
Another video landed: her standing next to her desk, stripping off her top, unhooking her bra to let those small tits bounce free.
Skirt next, sliding down her legs until she was completely nude, her tiny frame on full display as she turned for the camera.
She sat back down bare.
A follow-up video: close-up on her face with the cheekiest smile, her fingers dipping between her thighs, coming away glistening. She held them up to the lens, showing off how wet she was already.
"Good girl - You're soaking wet—just how I want you."
The food delivery task amped it higher.
"Shortest dress, no panties," I reminded her.
She sent a video that captured it all, starting with her naked on screen, slipping into this blue body-fitting number—tight enough to hug every curve of her skinny build, the thin fabric letting her nipples poke through clearly.
No stopping the recording; it rolled on as she headed out, phone propped in the corner of the elevator on the floor. With 20+ floors to descend, there was plenty of time—the angle perfect, looking straight up her dress to that bare, smooth pussy, her shapely bum shifting with each subtle movement.
She glanced down at the camera once, that cheeky smile flashing again, knowing I was watching every second. In the lobby, she set the phone on a table nearby, angled to catch the whole interaction with the delivery guy: him handing over the bag, his eyes lingering a bit too long on her outfit, her standing there casual b nipples prominent, dress hem teasing mid-thigh.
She grabbed the food, thanked him with a polite nod, and picked up the phone without missing a beat.
Back in the elevator for the ride up, she propped it on the floor again—same upskirt view, but this time she added a quick little touch, her fingers brushing her clit briefly, hips twitching.
The clip continued into her apartment: she rushed to the sofa, dropping the food on the table, stripping the dress off in a frenzy to get naked again, sprawling out with legs spread. Her fingers dove in, working fast and deep, body arching as she built to release, that long hair fanning out behind her.
The video caught her gasps, until she broke, cumming hard.
For me, it was pure addiction, that Monday igniting one of my most successful partnerships.
'Good Girl'
Our mermaid is someone I met online, who I have me several times since this. We still occasionally play, but not as regularly owing to time zones and such. She is 6 years younger than me, and on occasions I did spoil her a bit too.
Very Important Note: I will not tolerate any requests for the pictures/videos referenced. We have an agreement on how these are handled, and not once in the 3 years of play I violated this. I will keep that agreement.
---
A Cautious Introduction
We met on a Sunday, online... There was a vibe from the start that was curiously sexy - very playful, very inquisitive. She introduced herself with a few pictures. A 5ft flat brunette - hair right down to the small of he back. Skinny. Small tits with a nice shapely bum. A total bombshell.
The conversation moved to what turned us on very quickly. Mine: Controlling clothes and pleasure. Her: Experiments and teasing... And later I found out.... Showing off a bit.
So along came her first task - she was working from home:
- During your zoom call, pull off your panties whilst still on camera
- If you can go off camera, strip naked whilst the call continues
- Change into your shortest dress to collect your food delivery from downstairs
- then cum for me.
She didn't disappoint.
I remember the messages coming in real-time, her excitement building with each one as our chat lit up my screen.
"The call is starting now,"
My reply was quick: "Remember, panties off during the call. Show me."
A pause, then the first video arrived—no words, just the clip: shot discreetly under her desk, her fingers slipping into the waistband of those lacy white panties she'd teased me about earlier. She tugged them down her smooth, skinny thighs, the fabric bunching before she kicked them free with a little shimmy. Her bare skin came into view, thighs parting just enough to hint at her growing arousal.
I watched it loop, my cock stirring, and fired back: "Fuck, that's hot. You've got me hard already."
"This is crazy, can't believe I'm doing this."
"Good girl," I messaged. "Feel that exposure? Edge a bit while they talk."
No reply text, her focus I assume split between work chatter and the heat building between her legs.
Another video landed: her standing next to her desk, stripping off her top, unhooking her bra to let those small tits bounce free.
Skirt next, sliding down her legs until she was completely nude, her tiny frame on full display as she turned for the camera.
She sat back down bare.
A follow-up video: close-up on her face with the cheekiest smile, her fingers dipping between her thighs, coming away glistening. She held them up to the lens, showing off how wet she was already.
"Good girl - You're soaking wet—just how I want you."
The food delivery task amped it higher.
"Shortest dress, no panties," I reminded her.
She sent a video that captured it all, starting with her naked on screen, slipping into this blue body-fitting number—tight enough to hug every curve of her skinny build, the thin fabric letting her nipples poke through clearly.
No stopping the recording; it rolled on as she headed out, phone propped in the corner of the elevator on the floor. With 20+ floors to descend, there was plenty of time—the angle perfect, looking straight up her dress to that bare, smooth pussy, her shapely bum shifting with each subtle movement.
She glanced down at the camera once, that cheeky smile flashing again, knowing I was watching every second. In the lobby, she set the phone on a table nearby, angled to catch the whole interaction with the delivery guy: him handing over the bag, his eyes lingering a bit too long on her outfit, her standing there casual b nipples prominent, dress hem teasing mid-thigh.
She grabbed the food, thanked him with a polite nod, and picked up the phone without missing a beat.
Back in the elevator for the ride up, she propped it on the floor again—same upskirt view, but this time she added a quick little touch, her fingers brushing her clit briefly, hips twitching.
The clip continued into her apartment: she rushed to the sofa, dropping the food on the table, stripping the dress off in a frenzy to get naked again, sprawling out with legs spread. Her fingers dove in, working fast and deep, body arching as she built to release, that long hair fanning out behind her.
The video caught her gasps, until she broke, cumming hard.
For me, it was pure addiction, that Monday igniting one of my most successful partnerships.
'Good Girl'
’ she responds