Chapter 7.2
I must have flushed red as the waiter asked if I was ok. I stammered a reply saying I was a bit hot but fine. I took a mouthful of coffee and gathered myself, I couldn’t believe that was her and it must mean she lives locally. Visions of the last time I watched her show flooded my mind and despite the orgasm I’d had that morning I could feel myself stiffen. Realising this wasn’t ideal, I took out my phone to find a distraction, reading the news seemed to do the trick and after finishing my lunch I picked up my things to head home.
On my way back I passed a shop with a big closing down sale poster in the window, from the things in the display it looked like a lady’s clothing shop, I wouldn’t say formal wear, but a few glittery dresses and things like that and I could see that all the prices were heavily discounted. I threw caution to the wind and stepped inside. The racks were well laid out and I was immediately drawn to a gold shimmering dress, it would match my new shoes perfectly. I knew my sizes from the last time I shopped for clothes and as luck would have it the one there was perfect. I took it and continued looking around the shop, before long I had an arm full of items including several underwear garments.
All the items were reduced by 70% or more, and it would just seem a waste of an opportunity to not take advantage. In the lingerie section I found babydolls, silk nighties and so many other things that I probably wouldn’t even wear for the shows, but felt nice and would no doubt feel good too, if it was in my size I took one. Handing my selections over to the cashier she commented on the other shopping bags and I responded that I’d spent so long not going out I was making up for lost time. Weighed down with even more shopping than I had planned to buy, I set off for my flat.
Back home I dumped my bags and made a beeline to the computer, in minutes I had the girl from the cafes profile up on screen, it was definitely her. I couldn’t believe the person I had somewhat idolised lived in my neighbourhood, that was crazy. Not that I would ever do anything, she would never be interested in a guy like me, before pausing for a second and taking note of how I was dressed and mentally struggling to think what I was. Either way, I doubt she would even look at me. But it would be a good reason to be more of a regular at the café just on the off chance.
I now had the afternoon to try on all the things I had bought, outfit after outfit and they all looked great. The golden dress matched so well with the strappy shoes, I knew instantly my viewers would love it and I could perform another striptease which would be sure to drive them wild.
All this dressing had caused me to become incredibly aroused though, I had a little time to get ready for my show so I applied the makeup to match the outfit and an extra application of the lip plumper just before it started. Checking myself out in the mirror I was so very pleased with how I looked. Yes it was a bit on the slutty side, but that was no bad thing, I couldn’t walk in these heels, but I was able to strike a pose and show off all my new purchases.
In no time I was laying on the bed, with the dress pulled down to my waist, my legs in the air holding onto the glittery heels sliding the plug in and out of my ass. I found the image of myself on screen increasingly arousing, but tried my best to play to the chat and enact their requests. Tonight was one of those nights when I was more concerned about getting off rather than getting tokens, but dressed as I was it looked like I was going to be able to do both. My hand now wrapped around my dripping cock furiously stroking away, my nipples ached as I pulled and twisted them but I loved the spike of pain and pleasure. Without a free hand for the buttplug I had to make do with clenching and squeezing my ass on it and I could feel the climax rising.
Despite the haze of arousal I did not want to ruin this new dress so tonight I would have to cum into my hand, in this position there was no other option. I pumped harder on my cock and twisted faster on my nipples, the waves began to rise from my balls the point of no return crashing over me as rope after rope spewed from my pulsing dick into my palm.
The flood of pings from the screen echoed into my room as my moans quietened, I lifted my hand to show the camera and instantly the requests came in for me to feed it to myself. Having tasted it earlier that day I had no more apprehensions about doing that and started with a little dip, before looking right down the camera and taking the rest. The sound of tokens dropping buoyed me even more and I liked my hand clean, there would be no sticky residue left over tomorrow.
Tonight was once again a successful broadcast, if I could keep this up then I knew I would be OK, even if those early week shows would be quiet I had already made so much. I thanked all my viewers and turned off the camera. I needed a quick shower as I had worked up quite the sweat and I got ready for bed with one of the nice new silk nighties, it felt so very comfortable on my now sore nipples. Sleep came easy after so much excitement in one day.
On Monday morning I awoke quite late, but with my now customary morning wood. It seemed that my cock had taken a life of its own, not so long ago I would have never woken up hard after an intense orgasm the night before. But here I was with a delicious feeling silk nightgown rubbing over my hard member. I resisted the urge and stepped out of bed, making breakfast and trying to do things to take my mind of my erection. After 15 minutes or so I was able to go about my usual daily routine.
Today would be stretches followed by a jog, it was lovely out and I wanted to try out the new running trainers I had bought. I set off with no particular distance or route in mind, but took in the weather and sights as I made my way. I entered the park and ran in the opposite direction to my usual route. There were nods of acknowledgement to the people I now recognised and had seen before, the odd jogger, dog walker and cyclist. Of course I had to pass Marc the physio as well but thankfully it was a short exchange of ‘hi’ and a little wave.
I arrived home in time to see the delivery man approaching my flat. He had a bundle of parcels, none of which I remembered ordering. We talked a little as he handed them to me before I let myself inside.
I was intrigued by the packages, I was sure I hadn’t ordered anything and most didn’t have a return address other than a generic amazon one. Once inside I began opening them and was taken aback by what was inside. The first few were panties and stockings with no note or explanation as to who they were from, then one of the parcels had a note saying they wanted me to wear this lipstick and blow a kiss to them in the next show. And suddenly it clicked. On a previous show I had directed people to my wish list or asked them to send me things. And here it was, besides the things Biggie had sent, here was my first batch of fan mail.
I checked to see if Biggie had sent me a message so as to know if I should wait before opening one of them, but I had nothing, so I carried on. The next batch containing a waist trainer, some more panties with a note that they wanted me to wear a pair and send them back with a big reward for doing so. And the last few packages contained some nipple pumps, which were some weird nipple contraptions that looked like little cups with a pump on top, a thin pencil vibrator with a bulbus curved end, some lube and a beginner’s anal kit with a douche and a pink set of different buttplugs getting gradually larger in size.
I didn’t know what to make of all these, it was slightly overwhelming. Most of them were fine, the waist trainer would be a great addition to my wardrobe and I knew I’d be trying that on later along with some of the other items. But I didn’t know what to make of the plugs and vibrator, was I ready to start using those? Sure the plug I had felt great but these were all bigger, is that why I would need the douche to use them?
I had so many questions and fired up the computer to see if I had any messages. In my broadcast DMs there were quite a few, and I recognised the names as some of my regulars. Some stated that the items were purely gifts and others had requests attached to them. The pencil vibrator and plugs both had big rewards for using them on cam and a link on how to use the douche. Out of curiosity I clicked the link and watched a brief into on how to do that. It didn’t look so bad and the thought of not using it and it being messy was quite the motivator, I guess I had been lucky with the little plug I’d been using so far.
I replied to a few messages and then shut down the computer, my curiosity was now piqued and I wanted to check all the things out. Most of the panties and stockings fit OK, some a little better than others, the waist trainer as I expected was tight even on the loosest setting, and just out of sheer interest I placed the nipple cups on myself and gave the pump and squeezes. It instantly drew my nipples up and I had that familiar rush of pleasure the same as when I played with them, reading the pack it stated that repeated use can increase the size and sensitivity of them, which considering how much I enjoyed playing with them would be no bad thing. I then had the sex toys left over, the thought of being clean inside was definitely appealing, even if it just meant I could use my fingers and not worry about it and the smaller of the plugs was not too intimidating so if the payday would come it wasn’t too much of a step from what I was already doing and enjoying.
Using the douche wasn’t as big of a deal as I thought it might be. A little messy maybe but it didn’t feel dirty, and if anything vaguely pleasant as I pushed the warm water inside, my cock certainly didn’t seem to mind as it became wet all of its own accord. I stepped in the shower to clean the post run sweat off and used all the products I had resulting in filling the room with pleasant aromas. My skin always felt so soft and smooth after the lotions and conditioners were applied.
Feeling great, exiting the shower and towelling myself off I was greeted by the pack of buttplugs. The smallest was only a little larger than the one I had been using and I felt compelled to see if it would go in. Being cleaned out, and a little lube applied it slipped in with almost no resistance, I guess I was used to things going in there. I had to admit that it did feel nice, it didn’t have the same weight as the metal one which I enjoyed, but it was that bit bigger so as to nudge the right spots. The second one now looked less intimidating although the large one was never going to happen. And if I could do the second one the vibrator wouldn’t be beyond possible.
My cock had become hard and it was obvious I couldn’t deny my body was enjoying it. I pulled and pushed the plug a little and was rewarded with a flood of pleasant sensations. Removing it I picked up the middle sized one, lubed it and placed it at my hole. There was more resistance but I knew to relax and apply pressure as I breathed out, and gradually it edged in. I could feel it stretching me but there was no discomfort, a little more pressure and then pop I pushed it over the widest part and it slid in and settled around the base.
The feeling was sublime, I had expected it to be painful but the tiniest bit of discomfort was soon replaced by pleasure, any movement sent a jolt of joy to my prostate and my cock flexed and pulsed of its own accord. I involuntarily moaned, this felt really good and there was no denying it. But I also realised it was too late for me to be having my own fun as it would possibly ruin the show if I couldn’t perform.
Reluctantly I removed the plug and calmed myself down, my weeping cock was not happy about it but cleaning up and putting some regular clothes on acted as a reasonable barrier to temptation. I sat and watched a little tv while occasionally browsing the internet on my phone. Around mid-afternoon the internet stopped working, thinking it was just my router I restarted it and waited to see if it would reconnect. Half an hour later and it wasn’t looking good, nothing on my computer and no data on my phone either.
Picking up the landline I called my ISP customer support. The waiting time was almost an hour so there was no doubt an issue at their end. I waited, listening to the rubbish hold music and eventually was put through to an operator. They asked the usual security questions before answering any questions about the service being out.
However while clearing the security questions the operator asked to check my details as I was down on the system as male, and that must have been a mistake. For a moment I thought about correcting them, and after trying to clear my throat realised that I couldn’t bring my voice back down, I’d spent so long talking with a softer and raised pitch for my cam sessions that it had become my natural voice. Not being able to stall any longer I agreed to the amendments on my details, it wasn’t a big deal as nobody would question it really.
Finally I was able to ask about the service outage and they confirmed it was an issue their side, with an exchange in my area. The engineers were on site and it would be fixed as soon as possible, but that might not be until tomorrow, possibly 48 hours. I asked about compensation and got nowhere. Damnit, how would I be able to do my shows now? Through gritted teeth I thank the person at the end of the line and hung up.
What would I do? This week had been going so well and this was the setback I really didn’t need. I could go and find a café or bar with free Wi-Fi from a different provider but I could hardly broadcast from there. But I could post a message so they would know to expect me back. I set off to find a place that had working free WIFI and after a few unsuccessful attempts with the owners lamenting at the same outage I found somewhere that I could get online.
I posted in my profile and replied to a few of the regulars saying I wouldn’t be broadcasting for a while until my internet was fixed. I had a few replies quickly come back and they were clearly disappointed, I was so upset that all the momentum I had been building was being undone by this.
Feeling defeated I headed back home and slumped into the sofa. I watched some TV but nothing really took my fancy, it was about this time that I would normally be starting my show and it was if my cock knew. My jeans felt increasingly tight as I began to swell, it was too distracting to watch any more telly, so I reasoned I might as well go to bed and hope that it is back up and running in the morning. Also if I could avoid getting off tonight I would be able to do two good shows tomorrow to make up for it.
Getting ready for bed was not easy, as soon as I stepped into my night wear the feeling of the fabric caused my nipples to stiffen, which in turn made my cock swell to its full length. I was so used to cumming every night my body didn’t know what else to do. I desperately tried to get to sleep, but you have no idea how hard that is to do with a persistent erection making you so horny.
I tried for well over an hour and eventually drifted off to sleep, but my mind was filled with images of me on screen, sliding the new vibrator in and out and spouting endless torrents of cum all over myself. I awoke with a start, my cock still rock hard, my nipples still tingling. This was no use, I was going to have to sort myself out and hope I could recover the next day to do an extra show.
I reached for my favourite plug and slid it in. my cock needed no encouragement to begin leaking and my precum spilled over lubricating my hand as I stroked up and down. I looked at my camera and the blank screen, it felt so odd to do this in my usual position and with no one watching. But most of all I missed the image of myself on screen, I hadn’t realised how much that vision was key to turning me on. I sighed, this was going to be more difficult than I thought.
As I was staring blankly at the equipment on my desk an idea popped into my head. I could still use the camera, I could still see myself on screen only instead of broadcasting, I could record it and then upload it later. Maybe take some photos too which would add to my profile and even attach a fee for people to download them. I’d heard about those sites where people put videos and had their members pay a monthly fee, it could be an ideal way of increasing my revenue, and an even better use of my time while I couldn’t broadcast. I had resisted this to begin with as I didn’t want any permanent evidence of me dressed like a girl online. But I looked so different I doubt anyone would recognise me even if they knew me.