Chapter 8.3
Leaving the café and stepping into the tech shop, I approached the counter and read out my reservation number to the clerk, his eyes didn’t know where to look and that sense of pride once again filled me as it did every time I made a guy blush or stammer. It was impossible for the cam girl persona not to come out, and I took delight in flirting unnecessarily, it was just too much fun. As I left with my new cameras and tripods I couldn’t help but wonder if he was now going to tell all his colleagues what a hottie he had just served, maybe even reserve a space in his wank bank for later. The thought alone was enough to make me shiver a little and my panties become a little tighter.
I made it back home and unpacked my items, I was constantly distracted by thoughts of my encounters earlier that day. Of Marc, the people in the street, the cam girl, the shop workers. I was horny, really fucking horny and everything made me want to touch myself, my balls seemed to be humming and boiling ready to burst. I needed to calm myself down as I had to save it for tonight’s show but at this rate I wouldn’t be able to resist.
Thinking back to this morning I stripped off, grabbed the chastity cage and set about putting myself in it. I wasn’t exactly soft so it was much more of a challenge, and having to manhandle my sensitive balls into the rings and force the cage over my cock was quite a trial. Eventually the metal clicked into place and I was secured. Temptation could be kept at bay and with any luck I would be able to resist until the show.
I wore loose fitting clothes, but nearly every movement served to stimulate my body, I considered reducing the supplements I had been taking, sure the taste of my cum was very pleasant now but they were definitely making me hornier, and my balls seemed to be constantly ready to burst. Yet at the same time that’s why my shows were so popular, and why my subscriptions were growing. So I figured it would be something I would just have to live with and perhaps if it became a problem I would just do an extra daily video as well as two broadcasts.
I busied myself around the flat, tidying and organising, I re-dressed the bed and backdrops, set up the new cameras and installed all the software. Everything was working as it should, but the pressure in the cage never let up. Exasperated I looked at the clock and I had another 2 hours until my usual show time. I couldn’t do it, I needed release now, I would just have to hope that I could perform again later.
Relenting I reached for the cage and tried to unclasp it. There was much more pressure behind it now as my cock was desperately trying its hardest to become erect. I tugged at the device but it wouldn’t budge. Dammit! I exclaimed, I really needed to get off and the longer it took the less time I would have to recover. I fumbled for another 15 minutes but didn’t get anywhere, perhaps I needed to be totally soft to get it off? I asked myself, there was no chance of that at the moment, my entire body was hell bent on relief.
The only solution my arousal addled mind could think of was to start the show early, and hope I could cum with the cage on, at least the person who bought it for me would pay the rest of the tokens they promised. I gathered the French maid’s outfit, applied all the finishing touches including my now perfectly matching shoes. The silicone padding was doing a much better job although they really did need to be bigger, I added a second pair which seemed to do the trick, all be it not quite as perfectly as I would like.
I logged in and was ready to go instantly, I was so frustrated I was stuck in the cage, but knew my only way out was to cum and I wanted it so badly. As the first viewers trickled in I had a sizable drip of precum already oozing out, it was like a leaking tap and even with no other stimulation it kept flowing. The elbow length silk gloves felt divine on my skin, everything they touched seemed to ping with arousal, and supercharge my need to play with myself.
My outfit was met with high praise and tokens, they loved everything about it but I was not only irritated by being trapped in a cage but I couldn’t stimulate my nipples in the way I had become accustomed to. I could feel them hard and pulsing under the inserts, itching for attention but try as I might the padding was getting in the way. I had the idea to remove the second set of pads and attach the suction cups, it might not look as good but right now I needed to crank up the stimulation.
Quickly with hurried hands I pulled out the second set of pads and teased my hard nipples with the silky gloves, every tweak and pinch fired darts of pleasure all over me, but I needed to stop playing with myself and attach the pumps, frantically eking them out as far as they would go. The rush of endorphins and adrenaline as they neared the maximum pressure sent a gigantic wave of pleasure though me, I almost felt like I was about to cum but the constraint on my cock and balls prevented the flow.
Returning to the camera, I was like a crack whore desperate for my next hit, the metal plug was added without being prompted and I embraced the feeling of weight in my ass and restriction around my shaft. I so desperately wanted to get off but it felt like everything I usually did wouldn’t quite get me there. The fan who sent me the cage insisted the longer I had to wait the better it would be, not only for the orgasm itself but their financial reward.
I relented and asked them to guide me, and as the instructions came through I followed attentively. The little metal plug was replaced by a larger one, my nipples were teased and tormented, I could do nearly everything I wanted except touch the cage or my swollen, raging balls.
The vision of myself on screen was like nothing I had seen before. I looked depraved, you could see the desperation in my face and hear it in my voice, the frustration at not being able to cum, I begged with my fan to take me to completion and they always pushed back forcing me to slow down or even stop. It was torture, plain and simple. In a moment of pause I lamented that without the second pair of pads in this top didn’t fit right and the chat responded with links to full sized false breasts. I didn’t have time or inclination to check them out as I wanted to cum and resumed my pleadings to get things moving.
I was guided through each of the butt plugs I had, around three hours of gradual ministrations, until I was thrusting the largest one in and out without any resistance, my ass was taking it and I absolutely loved it. I could feel that pressure rising, and I chased the orgasmic feedback which seemed to be forever just over the horizon.
Realising that the plugs wouldn’t get me over the line I switched to the vibrator and worked through the levels of intensity. Edging for this long had driven my body to the point of climax but denied me and held me there for so long clouding my mind in the best possible way. My fan relented and gave me permission to finish myself and I had to take this as far as I could and so I rolled over onto my shoulders, legs over my head, with the vibe fucking in and out of my hole the entire length while on maximum power.
I begged for cum, I needed it desperately like I’d never needed it before, to be made to wait this long had driven me nearly insane and finally I could see the end in sight. I pumped harder, moaning uncontrollably with each thrust, my outstretched tongue only a couple of inches away from my caged dripping cock, if it were hard I would be sucking it for sure. I sped up my pumping hand, adjusted the angle chasing that spark of prostate stimulation.
That small ball of pleasure grew and grew, each slide of the vibrator, its pulsing buzz pushing me closer. Eventually I felt it surge, my now painfully hard cock strained against the cage, the rush of cum boiling up from my balls, the white heat of climax burst from me and the largest single balloon of cum erupted from my confined dick.
My open mouth welcomed a copious dollop of jizz, followed by a second, and then a third. There seemed to be no end in the volume of each jet. Unlike previous orgasms this one sustained its intensity and I automatically carried on thrusting the vibrator in and out. I lost count of the number of loads I released, I ran my tongue round my lips to catch any spillage in between the smaller drops that continued to flow from my head.
My arms, back and neck becoming tired I unrolled on the bed. Vibe still inside me buzzing away, aftershocks continued to course through me and my weary gloved hands attempted to catch any drops and bring them to my mouth. Consciousness remained and I could not believe the length of my orgasm, I’d had climaxes before that were more intense, but never one which had lasted so long, or produced such a massive load.
I felt so content, so relieved to have finally reached my goal. This had been my longest show by some margin, but also one of the most lucrative. As I scooped the last dribble of cum into my mouth I wondered if anyone else tasted this good, if someone else took the same supplements would it be the same or different, I had never seen anyone else cum that much either so at least I knew that was unique about me.
I relaxed into the post orgasmic glow, and chatted for a while with my viewers, eventually my well spent cock softened enough to be able to release the cage, and the feeling of removing its constraint felt sublime, the fan who had sent it to me said that it was designed in such a way that it would only release when there was little or no pressure inside, thus stopping someone who was turned on from being able to remove it. I knew already that I would be revisiting it, but maybe not on a day when I was this horny.
Closing the broadcast and switching off the extra cameras, I checked my phone and saw a message from my boss that they were arranging a formal phone call at the end of the week to discuss work arrangement and options. It sounded very ominous and not at all like they would be retaining me. With that in mind and the desire to please my viewers to increase my revenue, I looked back up through the chat and followed some of the links they sent for the false breasts.
I bought a pair which were quite large but not ridiculous, in what I thought was the right skin tone, the were adhesive style ones with very accurate detailing and construction, with a full fitting and care kit. I wouldn’t make the same mistake this time and ordered priority delivery meaning they would arrive the next day.
I had no time to waste and I needed to do anything I could to increase my earnings, I was so close to making this work as a realistic solution when I would inevitably be handed my redundancy. And while equaling my regular wage would be good, improving on that would be amazing, not to mention I was actually enjoying this whole experience.
I cleaned myself up, carried out my usual night-time skin care routine, I chose one of my new sleeping outfits which was unnecessarily sexy but made me feel really good, especially with the waist trainer fitted, I couldn’t have been happier with my appearance. With no makeup on, my skin seemed to glow, the repeat use of lip plumpers meant they were always a little fuller than they had been and all my hours of exercise had sculpted my body. I hadn’t been one for being overly body positive before I started doing this, but right now I had never felt better about myself.
This week was going to be an important week, the call from my boss would be make or break and I felt like I needed to give it my all. Every show and every video or photo would need to be my absolute best, I would need to pull in as many tokens and oblige as many requests as I could. My mind raced as I lay in bed, eventually drifting off to sleep dreaming of ideas for videos and cam shows.