Late one night, things got slow in the chat room I frequent, so I decided to play dominoes against the computer.

Halfway through the first game, a woman joined in, replacing the computer. I won that game.

She then asked if I had a Webcam and if I’d like to play strip dominoes with her. Now why hadn’t I thought of that? I told her I did and agreed to meet her on camera. To my amazement she turned out to be really something to look at. After a few minutes of tallying up our articles of clothing and idle chitchat, we began the game.

She won the first game, almost skunking me, and ordered me to remove my shoes. I was beginning to get a feeling that this wasn’t going to be an easy win.

I managed to salvage the second and third games, and enjoyed watching her toss her black heels, then her thigh-high stockings, to the floor in disgust. It soon became obvious that this woman wasn’t accustomed to losing.

From that point on, she was unbeatable, taking the lead and never relinquishing it. So there I was, buck naked, and she had only taken off her heels and stockings. As she gazed at the screen, a smile came over her face. She ordered me to stand up and allow her a better view of the trophy she’d won.

Leaning back in her chair, she sweetly asked if I’d be interested in playing one more game for “diddler’s rights.” I knew what she meant, but just needed clarification from her. As I’d hoped, diddler’s rights meant that the loser of the next game would have to masturbate for the winner. I agreed, figuring I had nothing to lose but a little testosterone. Either way, I’d come out a winner.

As fate would have it, the game took forever. Neither of us wanted to give up any points. Twenty minutes later, the score was 84 to 70 and she was in the lead. Soon the score was 94 to 90. We swapped sexy trash talk while she stalled for time. She remarked how good it would be to take the most embarrassing two minutes of my life from me. I was feeling that I’d been tricked by this domino domina, who was now poised to kick my butt.

Well, I wound up winning the game after all, and hopping up and down like a little kid. Then I regained my composure and, in a courteous tone, asked her to entertain me with all her skill.

She slowly removed each piece of clothing while swaying side to side. Seemingly hypnotized, she kept her eyes fixed on her computer screen. I kept my gaze fixed on my screen as I jacked off, watching her diddle her clit and finger-fuck herself into a frenzy.

After she climaxed, she turned to the camera that had just captured her every move. She thanked me for not leaving her to go it alone in this diddler’s-rights bounty I’d won.

Not go it alone? I looked at the camera and grinned. I’d forgotten my camera was still on while I’d masturbated.

It’s been three months since this once-in-a-lifetime experience, and I have never come across her again. But I keep looking for my diddling domino partner.