Camming Down the Rabbit Hole

A familiar sensation greeted me as my eyes opened and a yawn escaped my mouth, that oh so delicious feeling of my morning wood straining against my silk night ware. It was becoming an ever occurring pattern that no matter how large the orgasm the night before I would wake with the hardest of cocks, begging for my attention and the feedback from being constrained within my lingerie only drove that higher.

I attempted to clear the sleepy fog from my eyes and put the thoughts of playing with myself out of my mind. The notification light on my phone was blinking insistently and as I activated the screen I could see why. There were multiple messages from multiple platforms, all the accounts I had set up the night before had attracted a considerable amount of attention. I could only presume my streaming fans had followed my links and signed up in great numbers.

There were so many alerts my phone ran out of space to list them and I hopped on the computer. It didn’t take long for me to check out all of my profiles and they all had way more subscribers that I imagined they would, so many people had paid to download the new videos and photos. There were comments and requests firing in from all of the applications and it was entirely overwhelming.

It took a good half an hour to filter through each platform, there were plenty of familiar names but so many new ones. It was so thrilling to see how popular the uploads had been, the revenue it generated had already offset what I’d lost in not being able to do the shows live, and surely even more people would continue to subscribe and pay for my content as time went on.

My heart was pounding at the excitement of it all, and so to was my cock. It had remained stubbornly rigid since I woke and now, with a moment to take it all in, thoughts of pleasuring myself took over. However with the internet fully back up there was no reason why I couldn’t do a morning show.

I logged into my streaming profile and started to set myself up. Waking up horny and then taking in all of the messages had really pushed my buttons and I was hotter than ever, the front of my panties were already soaked and my nipples tingled with anticipation. A few moments later and viewers started to trickle in.

Plenty of my usual customers, congratulating me on the new uploads and expressing their happiness that I was going to do an extra show. As I chatted I idly played with myself, it was impossible not to. I also realised at this point that I would need to buy some more cameras as I didn’t have any spare ones to record the alternate videos besides my main streaming camera.

The first big ping sounded out as someone made a request, and I ran on autopilot, posing, spanking, stripping and stroking, in whatever way they asked. I loved teasing them though, it was a new sense of power that I felt, being able to coax and push them to beg for more. I knew what they wanted though, and I wanted it more than anything, my favourite little metal friend was eased inside with a low moan as it nestled against my sensitive prostate.

I knew before I even started broadcasting that I wasn’t going to last long, I’d already padded out the show for almost an hour and I was in all honesty desperate to cum. As good as my little jewelled plug was I craved something more, and with my sensitive nipples aching I attached the pumps and drew them out with maximum pressure. With both hands free I grabbed the largest of the buttplugs and unceremoniously removed the little metal one and replaced it with one swift lubed thrust.

I gasped and groaned out loud as my rock solid cock throbbed at the intrusion, last nights endeavours had stretched me a little and there was zero pain or discomfort, only pleasure. I tried as hard as I could to keep paying attention to the chat, to respond to requests especially the larger donations. But as seemed to be the pattern of previous shows I became more and more self-absorbed in pursuing the greatest amount of pleasure.

I was now totally disengaged from the stream and all about getting myself off again, the plug was being thrust in and out, my other hand running the entire length of my dick which was slick with copious amounts of precum. Every time I moved the suction cups on my nipples rubbed against the bra sending spikes of pleasure through my body.

I sat on the edge of the bed so I could grind my hips down and push the plug in and around, my right hand still pumping on my cock and the left alternating between my inflated nipples. I could feel the pressure building and chased the sensations, building the waves higher and higher. I pulled off one of the cups and gripped my elongated nipple between my fingers, the sparks it triggered raced down my spine to the plug grinding in my ass and I felt my hole clench and flex as the cum began to boil in my balls.

I let out a wail, my hand sliding up and down the full length bringing my orgasm from deep within me to the surface, my spare hand held out in front to catch the jets. The first was immense and shot out almost hitting the desk, and those that followed pumped out thing ropes of sperm. As the pulses faded in strength, without even thinking I brought my cum covered hand to my mouth and fed it in.

I savoured each drop and liked my fingers clean before returning to the tap to collect more. I might have had reservations about eating my cum before, but now it seemed to perpetuate the climax, elongating my bodies response and in turn releasing even more for me to swallow, there was still a hint of salty bitterness but the overwhelming flavour was delicious.

As my breathing came back under control and the last waves of orgasm subsided I once again engaged with my viewers, there were now almost as many as during my evening shows, and the running total was equally as respectable. If I woke up like this every morning and either shot a video or broadcast a show I would be in a great position financially.

I said my goodbyes, blowing the viewers a kiss before I shut it down. The mannerisms and the way I interacted with them was completely second nature, I had to admit I loved teasing and flirting with them. The online persona that had evolved was automatic in my responses, and I always felt so much pride in being able to elicit the reactions I did. I felt confident and self-assured in a way I never had before and I loved the positive attention that came with it.

I sprung out of bed and flew through my usual morning routine, showering, yoga, stretches and the application of beauty products and light makeup that had become totally habitual. I still felt energised and decided to go for a run. My usual route taking me down the street and into the park, I made my way round greeting the familiar faces of dog walkers, other joggers and people. Enjoying the fine weather and feeling incredibly positive about my current situation, sure the job was looking like it would end, but I had everything in place to be able to survive without it, and with a bit more work and investment in some new cameras I knew I could increase the revenue eventually.

After completing a few circuits I decided on one last loop before heading back, I faintly heard someone shouting from behind me but carried on regardless, it wasn’t for a few hundred meters that I realised it was my name being called out and I stopped to see who it was. Not too far away Marc approached clearly a little out of breath, I couldn’t help but tease him about being unfit, despite his appearance very clearly being the opposite. We exchanged pleasantries while he got his breath back, and he repeatedly complimented me on my pace.

He had apparently been trying to catch up for almost a full lap, and I swelled with pride at the accolade, my fitness really had come a long way since that first time we ran into each other. We resumed our run at a much steadier pace, talking about everything and nothing, it had been a crazy few months and it was just enjoyable to have an in-person conversation, even more so for it to be about regular things like the weather and whatever was on TV.

We left the park and I headed back home, Marc insisted on escorting me to my home and as much as I didn’t really want him knowing where I lived, I did at least lived in a block of flats so he wouldn’t know which one it was. We rounded the corner and I saw a delivery driver attempting to make a drop off at my door. They could have been for anyone but judging that most people were staying at home if no one was answering they were probably for me.

I jumped up the short flight of steps and exchanged a few friendly words with the driver as usual, bending down to pick up the small pile from the floor as he left. I didn’t really think too much about it until I turned to Marc whose face had flushed and he that goofy expression which was always present when he’d been caught checking me out. It dawned on me that I had basically given him a prime view of my ass in the tight fitting leggings I had on, not doubt the material being stretched going slightly transparent. At least id worn a nice pair of panties I thought to myself, and rather than be embarrassed about it, my cam girl persona took over and proceeded to tease him even more.

He was trying desperately to change the subject and I eventually relented as his now crimson cheeks breathed a sigh of relief. Not long after we parted ways I went through the door, turned and a blew a kiss just as I had that morning on my show. He beamed a smile back and me and turned to carry on running, and I caught myself in the realisation of what I just did. It wasn’t that it felt wrong, just that it had been so automatic. Being a cock tease on cam was part of the job, but it was it really necessary in the outside world?

My attention returned to the parcels I had in my arms, looking at them as I made my way to my apartment. They were clearly from my amazon wish list as they had that now familiar return address, I dumped them on the bed and stepped into the bathroom stripping off my running clothes. I had worked up quite a sweat not to mention I was sporting a semi from the exchange with Marc. It wasn’t that I found him attractive, not that he was an ugly guy, just that whenever I behaved like that on cam I would be rewarded with tokens, I would feel that rush of adrenaline and the release of serotonin which immediately made me horny.

In the shower I replayed the meeting, it was so funny to make him squirm, to have him clearly check me out, maybe even lust after me. The feeling of being desirable even if it was from another guy felt good, besides most of my fans and viewers were guys, and that stopped bothering me ages ago. I soaped myself up and my seemingly ever sensitive nipples stirred my semi into a fully grown throbbing rod.

As I gently played with myself I wondered about Marc, was he back home or in the gym shower doing the same as me? Had I flirted and teased him so much he couldn’t help himself? I always loved it when my viewers would tell me I made them cum, the power of knowing you can have such a great effect on someone else was addictive. Was he at home right now, in the shower furiously stroking his dick? my body shivered, and I had to stop myself, I was right on the brink and I wanted to do another show tonight. It did however give me the perfect idea for my next recording.

A steamy hot shower scene, I didn’t often do broadcasts or videos without clothes on so it would be something different, and I did love the feeling of the water running over my smooth body. My stubborn erection was subsiding slightly, and I stepped out and dried myself off. deciding that my afternoon would be once again spent down the shops buying some more cameras, tripods and microphones to shoot the extra content with.

Wrapping a towel around me I returned to the bed and started to open the packages. Starting with the small ones they contained quite a few different panties, some of the packages had notes of thanks and requests and others without anything. A pair of very sheer tights and a request for a foot specific video or photos. Then a smallish box, which as I opened it contained something I had not seen in person before, it was a small metal object, a chastity cage. I pulled it from the packaging and played around with the hinge and clasp. It looked quite small, but then in my soft state it probably wouldn’t be too difficult to fit.

I placed it to one side and opened the largest parcel. In it there was a stereotypical French maid’s outfit, complete with stockings, very short frilly black and white dress, impossibly small g-string, silk gloves and a little white headpiece. Removing it from the packaging I could instantly tell that it wasn’t a cheap fancy dress item. The fabrics were incredibly smooth, the stitching and details spoke for themselves and luxurious feeling gloves were silky soft.

I could not resist trying on this new outfit, although I immediately made a note that I would need new shoes to go with it as nothing I had was quite right. I was going shopping today anyway so I might as well, I justified to myself. I grabbed the waist trainer that someone had given me previously as I knew this outfit was going to be tight fitting. I rolled the stocking up my legs, pulled the dress over my shoulders and fastened the clasps. Pulling up the tiny panties that struggled to in any way contain my now semi hard cock. I did my best but thought if I just carry on it might eventually soften.