Camming Down the Rabbit Hole

I ran it under the cold tap and applied it to my hole, gasping from the icy temperature before cooing at the relief, I pushed it in a little and was rewarded as it numbed the ache. I pulled it back and ran it under the tap again, this time I pushed it inside, there was much less resistance than when I usually did this and the cold metal felt so comforting as my ring closed round it.

A sigh of relief escaped my mouth and I decided that it felt better in than before so I might as well sleep with it, I doubted very much if my cock would be getting hard any time soon. I picked out a very comfortable silky soft set of nightwear, and tucked myself into bed, my body and mind suddenly feeling exhausted.

I hadn’t closed the curtains properly and I was woken with a bright beam of sunlight spilling into the room. Despite getting myself off on a truly biblical level the previous night the tent in my underwear let me know that I had fully recuperated in that department. I stretched feeling the soft fabric all over my smooth skin, it was a sensation I had grown accustomed to, and one I revelled in each time. The plug in my ass shifting slightly immediately making its presence known.

I reached for my phone, wanting to check if the internet was back up and I sank slightly as I realised it was still out. Perhaps it would come on later, in the meantime I had something hard and already leaking to sort out, but not wanting to waste another money making opportunity I moved over to the computer to set it up once again.

As I powered it up, last night’s video was still up on screen, a freeze frame of me dressed in lingerie, bent over, vibrator sticking out of my ass and a jet of cum firing directly from the tip of my cock into my wide open mouth. I mentally froze but my body surged in energy, my already hard cock throbbed, my erect nipples crinkled harder and my ring pulsed around the metal plug still inside me.

When I woke up I was a bit horny, now looking at this image it turbocharged my libido and I had an overwhelming urge to repeat last night’s events, I wanted to have that feeling of the vibrator pulsing on my prostate and the taste of cum splashing over my tongue. I blinked a few times before processing what to do, the realisation the vibrator was still in the sink and not really cleaned, and my ass, although not as sore as I expected probably wouldn’t appreciate being violated like that again.

I also felt like I was on a hair trigger, it wasn’t going to take much to push me over the edge. I could just set up the scene of me at the computer, they wouldn’t have to know I was masturbating to the video of myself. I fumbled with the camera, positioning the tripod and the lights, it was all very rushed but I had an urgency to get it set up, recording and to watch more of what was on screen.

I hit the record and got into position, and started the video. Watching myself back was a strange experience, it didn’t feel like me, yet with each action on screen I recalled the accompanying sensations. I was reliving how it felt to slide those new plugs inside me, how each one stretched my hole. Becoming aware that I was daydreaming again with a hand inside my tenting underwear I stripped off completely, I didn’t want to soak another outfit and I felt ready to burst.

I sat back down, now fully focused on the screen. I had never wanked to trans porn before, but the appeal dawned on me as I observed the feminine movements, the fit of the clothes, the makeup and hair. The hard cock didn’t seem so masculine and the delicately painted nails of the hand wrapped around it sliding up and down gave the impression that it was an extension of my own that this girl was pleasuring.

The awareness that I was making another video moved into the back of my consciousness as I became drawn deeper into the scenario playing in front of me. My hands idly stroking myself and teasing my nipples, my bottom resuming its familiar slow grind on the desk chair to manipulate the plug within me.

I knew how the scene played out on screen and how long it was going to be before the main event, but I was also aware that at this pace I was going to cum well before then, a sudden surge of energy and I had to force my hand to stop stroking before it was too late. I skipped through the video, resuming stroking for a while before pausing again.

It was a delicious game of cat and mouse I was playing with myself, driving right up the point of no return but stopping and advancing the film. The camera rolling had once again completely left my mind and I zeroed in on satisfying my needs above anything else. I couldn’t take the edging any more, I wanted a release and I skipped through to the best part.

Fixated by my image on screen, seeing my body flex as I eased the tip of my tongue to my own cock, the feedback of remembered sensations combining with my own stimulation. I willed my climax to match the one I knew that was imminent as it played out in front of my eyes. I slumped backwards into the chair and lifted my knees, I wasn’t going to be able to lick it like last night but I wanted to taste it in the same way, I wanted to relive my prostate sending me over the edge.

Removing my hand from my chest I found the end of the jewelled plug and rubbed, twisted, pulled and pushed. The heat began to rise as my counterpart on the monitor reached down to activate the vibrator, flashbacks filled my mind as I felt the energy surge, my ass twitching around the plug as my cock began to spurt, a dual moan sounding out from the computer and my own as the first jet splashed up my stomach and chest. Adjusting the angle the second shot fired right at my outstretched tongue and lips, briefly lapping some in before the next one came, bathing my face once again.

The video continued to play as I could see my semi-conscious body spasming in a second climax, my own orgasm still cascaded pulses of cum from my throbbing cock. With a still twitching dick I lifted my cum covered hand to my mouth, it tasted so good, the visions and sensations of last night still playing out. My mind a wash with pleasure, I licked my hand clean before scooping the rest from my stomach and chest.

It was at this point I remembered the camera I set up was still recording, I’d gotten so carried away again, so emersed in the desire and pursuit of orgasmic sensation. The burning want to get myself off, and the feeling of recalling what I’d done the night before were so overwhelming. I grinned like I had never done before, joy and satisfaction poured out of me as I signed off from the recording and clicked the power button.

I sat back in the chair, the video still playing on screen, as I witnessed the same post orgasmic jolts in person as on the monitor. If these two recordings had the same effect on my fans as they did on me, I was on to a sure fire revenue booster. But I would have to wait until I was in the right frame of mind before I even attempted to edit them, between the aftershocks of climax I reasoned both videos were too long and multiple shorter videos would probably work better. And if they are successful I should get some extra cameras and always record different angle to add to my profile.

Recovered a little, and in no way as exhausted to the extent of the previous night, I quickly washed in the shower and removed the plug. I wanted to use this positivity and go for a run and there was no way I could do that with that thing in there. A few pre jog stretches and I was out the door, down the street and into the sunshine with bounds of energy. I enjoyed saying hi to the regulars, even briefly waving to Marc the physio as we passed on our routes. I couldn’t help but check over my shoulder after a few paces and sure enough he’d stopped and was staring, I laughed as I carried on knowing that he was gawping at me and rejoicing in the power I seemed to have when dressed like this.

When I returned home, I eased into some light yoga to avoid the muscle aches the next day, freshened myself up and dressed in something comfortable. I made a bite to eat and sat down to edit the two videos into something presentable. With all my energy spent it was much easier to keep control of myself, even though my well tucked dick strained periodically against my jeans, and I could feel a little precum leaking out, I was able to get through them in a few hours.

The internet was still out and there was no word from the provider, so it gave me time to draw up something of a plan. Given that with the right makeup and clothes on I doubted anyone would recognise me, I decided to set up social media profiles on in all the usual places, where I could put some photos and the less explicit clips to draw more people in. obviously that would have to wait till the internet was back up, but it wouldn’t take long if all I had to do was copy and paste the descriptions and add the content.

With two amazing videos in the bag, edited down to multiple clips and gifs I just needed the still shots. I laid out all my favourite outfits, and set about applying matching makeup for each one. A series of photos in progressively fewer items of clothing, striking the kind of poses which caused me to harden looking at the images back on screen I knew I was on the right path.

Each set of lingerie getting more revealing and sluttier than the last, with the shoes added for extra points. I toyed with the vibrator but did not dare put it in as I still felt a little tender all be it, much less than I expected it to be. My favourite jewelled plug however made frequent appearances, and I even managed to take some of the new ones as well. Of course the natural by-product of that was my now permanently hard cock, leaking a copious amount of precum.

I was able to get some amazing closeups of strings hanging from my cock to my fingers and then my outstretched tongue, without the pressure to lick my own dick I had managed a few times to get quite a lot of tongue to it, and was rewarded with a fresh, from the tap drip of precum. The taste was now something I didn’t mind at all, even looking forward to its fruity tanginess, although I still preferred my actual cum. Its taste had developed into something I almost craved, like the ultimate reward for self-pleasure and it made me tingle just thinking about it.

Naturally, spending several hours going from outfit to outfit, looking at my image on screen and playing with myself lead to a persistent and solid erection that needed to be dealt with. By now I had worked up to the larger of the but plugs and while there was still the slightest bit of discomfort, the need to play with that sensitive spot inside me started to become more persuasive.

I set the camera to take a photo every 10 seconds or so, and got myself in position. Once I had the vibrator in my hand and had applied some lube I lasted all of about thirty seconds before posing to the camera went out the window and I started chasing that big O. the second the bulbus head of the vibe slipped passed my entrance I was transported to another world. Whatever happened, I knew this was something I would struggle to give up, I had an internal itch that could never be scratched any other way.

With much more control and patients I adjusted the control and managed to get it started on a nice low buzz. I could feel the vibrations emanating from inside me, a little movement in and out, searching for that perfect spot. The previous night I had barely had a chance to do anything before I was blindsided by that incredible prostate orgasm, tonight however I was able to experiment with sliding it in and out, different depths and angles, all of which rewarded me with jolts and bursts of pleasure.

I had no need to stroke my cock for stimulation, between my left hand pinching and rubbing my nipples and the vibe sliding in and out slowly but purposefully I could feel the low build of pressure in my balls. I wanted to turn more attention to the vibrator but I loved so much playing with my chest, I recalled the nipple pumps and wondered if they could substitute my fingers. Removing the vibrator I searched for them and hastily read the instructions, it didn’t take long before they were attached and I applied an increasing amount of suction. I could feel them being pulled up, the same pinching sensation flooded my chest and I gasped as I neared half way, it felt incredible and exactly what I’d been looking for.

I clambered back onto the bed and tucked the suction cups into my bra, they stood out like exaggerated nipples but the feeling was indescribable. This time when I positioned the vibrator back at my hole, it slid in with no discomfort at all and very little resistance, I purred at the combined sensations of the nipple stimulation and the vibe now buzzing away in my ass.

I was able to shift positions more freely and continued to explore positions that extenuated the pleasure, after a few minutes a little more suction was applied to the cups, increasing the feedback to my nipples and chest. Eventually I settled on my knees with my bottom up in the air and my head down, the weight of the suction cups and the occasional graze against the bedding was sending shocks of pleasure throughout me.

With both hands free I was able to slide the vibrator in and out almost its entire length while simultaneously strokeing my cock in sync with the motions in my ass. I had mastered the controls and had been progressively cranking up the intensity of vibration, it was now on a setting that pulsed full power on and off, and I timed each buzz with each thrust. Pushing it deeper each time and with each thrust it slid over my p-spot and I was unable to hold back my moans of ecstasy.

Last night had be an instant and spontaneous high, right now I was riding a wave that was building slowly but surely, and the journey was the best part. I might have meant to take it easy when I started, but as the wave grew higher my lunges became harder. Each thrust going deeper and faster, met by my hips pushing back to meet the stroke. I wanted more and more, my hand pumping furiously, I arched my back so as to rub my chest on the sheets and was rewarded with a thunderbolt of pleasure.

My wet slippery hand held in place as my hips thrust my cock into it, the back and forth motion fucking the vibrator in and out of my well lubed hole. It was once again all combing to put me to that beautiful place, that extreme goal of euphoria and I wanted nothing more. I howled out loud as my body tensed, my dick swelled and my hole tightened, the first load exploded like a geyser, I rolled to my side so as to not cover the bed, continuing to pump as the second shot bellowed out over my lingerie clad body. The following loads oozed out, my mornings escapades clearly taking their toll.

I happily brought each gooey droplet to my mouth, savouring the taste and not wasting a drop, cleaning every ounce that I had spilled. The ripples of orgasm still flowing through me, I switched off the vibrator, but each movement from it brought another little trickle of cum to the head of my cock. Eventually I pulled it free and I felt a strange sense of emptiness, I couldn’t believe how good it had felt, or how satisfied it had made me.

I lay there for a while before the clicking of the camera shutter brought me back, I looked at the time and was shocked to see how late it was. Checking my phone I could see the full internet service had resumed, but although this was the time I would usually start my show, there was no way I would be able to perform again after that.

I quickly cleaned up, but resolved to at least put the clips and videos up. I briefly joined my chat to explain what had happened and apologised for not being able to do the shows. But added that there were now plenty of never before seen videos that they could watch, and soon to be added photos for their pleasure.

I set up Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat and WhatsApp profiles, all of which required paid access, I configured an Onlyfans page with all of the videos I had edited and a big bunch of photos. After a few hours I had the beginnings of a small empire and if just a fraction of my usual streaming fan base subscribed and downloaded the content, it was very possible that I wouldn’t be losing out from the lack of live shows this last two days, and I could bring this back on track.

As I lay in bed and contemplated the last 48 hours, I struggled to accept the journey I had been on, I felt like there had been a seismic shift in how I saw all this, an acceptance that actually this wasn’t such a bad way of life, I was however slightly distracted by my nipples, which although no longer in their suction cups had refused to relax since I released them. They were persistently hard and so incredibly sensitive to the touch. I’d applied soothing creams, of every kind even ice but nothing seemed to work, I just hoped that the soft fabric of my nightgown wouldn’t irritate them as I slept, and I fell asleep wondering if my recent additions online would pay off.