Chapter 10.3
The next morning my hair hadn’t faired too well from being spattered with jizz and washed hastily. The facial and work done to my face still shone though and as I bounced round the park on my morning run, I felt every bit as confident. Marc appeared which was a little bit of a surprise as it was later than usual for me to be jogging, and part of me wondered if he has been waiting. However he commented immediately on how refreshed I looked and how nice too. It was hard to tell if it was just part of our back and forth flirting but he seemed genuine about it and took extra time to evaluate me.
Of course I couldn’t let me get away with it so naturally overly complemented him on his physique, all part of our game we played to push the boundaries and my cam girl persona never ceased to ramp things up and revel in the effects. However today he totally caught me off guard by saying he was a bit late so couldn’t carry on the run, but wanted my number so we could sync our jogs better and not have to cut short the time. Of course I instantly gave him my number without realising what I’d just done, it was all part of our game right?
Naturally he looked like the cat that got the cream and I was the flustered one which only made the last few minutes of our interactions ramp up, I don’t know why but I just couldn’t help it, it was too much fun seeing if I could get his shorts to tighten and his cheeks to blush. We parted ways mid-way round the park and I headed home not long after.
Once home I hopped in the shower but had to jump out as the doorbell rang mid-way through. With a loosely tied robe and my hair still dripping I opened to door to the delivery man with the now usual bundle of parcels. I wasn’t expecting any, but my wish list had gown and people kept buying me things, so who was I to refuse. One package was notably bigger than the others and I struggled to keep them all together as the delivery man handed them to me.
I caught him checking me out as I fumbled the packages and my robe opened at the top slightly and my leg slipped through the split, and rather than blush, I could only smile, he wouldn’t have been able to see much but it no doubt brightened his day and I could only imagine that I’d be one of the stories he told his buddies back at the depot and maybe think about later once home. Just like with Marc or any of my fans, the idea that I could take up their headspace, that I was desirable was such an ego trip and I loved it.
Once inside I dropped the parcels on the bed and continued my shower. Once dried, moisturised and primped I returned my attention to the various packages and worked my way through them. I loved getting stuff from strangers, some with requests some with no note at all, and some from people I recognised as regulars. The largest parcel was immediately identifiable, it had to be Biggie. He’d been a bit quiet of late so I was intrigued as to what he would have instore for me.
The box was long, maybe the size and width of a champagne bottle and it had a real weight to it. Opening the outer cardboard inside was a smaller box in bubble wrap, with an envelope attached to it. Inside was a note from Biggie, he talked about how much he enjoyed my progression, how far I’d come and how beautiful I had become. He praised my efforts to accommodate his requests and apologies for his lack of recent support.
It was then that I realised I had not really noticed, I now had so many more fans, quite a few of whom were regular and always donated fairly big amounts of tokens. But Biggie always had a presence, he was a significant person who was responsible for this all happening and who without I probably wouldn’t have come this far.
He went on to talk about how I had helped him in his life, and how my shows had given him new hope of change. And with it he was changing a lot about himself and his job, all of which meant he would no longer have time to partake in my broadcasts or be there to see where I went to next.
It was strangely sad to read about someone who I had never met moving on, but I kind of considered them a friend. It wasn’t all bad though, he said that the gift in the box was a parting shot, and that I would be significantly rewarded for including it in my next show, so long as I didn’t open it before hand, and I let him know in advance when I would be on so he could make sure he was there.
I knew instantly what this box contained. While I couldn’t see through the bubble wrap and it looked like a pain box anyway, the weight, length and width could only mean one thing. My hands were trembling and my mind racing. I desperately wanted to open it but I knew it would be better for my genuine reaction on camera. With the rest of the day ahead of me, I would leave out my midday show/recording and save it up for this, I knew it would be worth it.
I sent a message to him, and posted across all my platforms that I had something big planned for tonight’s show, hopefully making the most of the surprise and building as much interest as I could, it was the end of the week so would be one of the better shows anyway, maybe I could even set a new personal best and beat my record for tokens at the same time.
With all that organised I looked to keep myself busy, but my mind raced and I felt constantly on edge with nerves. I tidied my room and re-arranged my setup, deciding where to place the main camera and all the lights, but as soon as I was done I felt the pressure rising of tonight’s show. I also felt unnecessarily horny, I knew the contents of that gift from Biggie would be a challenge, but without my now customary mid-day release I could feel my body building its desire. I would catch myself daydreaming, my body flushing with heat, my nipples crinkling to hardened nubs and my cock straining at my panties.
I needed a proper distraction, something to clear my mind. I started with some yoga, following my usual online tutorials, the movements and positions so well practiced that my body just knew what to do. I concentrated on stretching further than I had before, the focus allowing my nerves to be replaced with determination. As each video ended and another began I found myself following without paying attention, yet simultaneously meditating and finding a calmness and peace I had not experienced for months.
I was able to take stock of my achievements, not least how much fitter I now was, but how much happier too. My old job was a means to an end, I can’t say I loved it although I didn’t hate it either. The routine I had established was nearly all pleasure with very little downside. Sure I’d drifted a bit further off the path than I had planned, but it was all working out so well, I had found comfort and self-confidence in my appearance that I never had before and financially covered myself.
The realisation that tonight’s show wasn’t the end, despite one of my largest contributors leaving, everything I had done so far had created a foundation that gave me the security I was looking for, the inevitability that I was going to be made redundant no longer had the same gravity or consequence, far from it. And who knows how long Covid would be around for, maybe the restrictions and working from home would be permanent, in which case I was set up quite well for the future.
I lay there listening to the nature sounds and wind chimes that played out to the end of the yoga tutorial and felt an incredible peace. I never intended to go this far, and certainly never thought that I would enjoy every aspect of it as much as I was. My consciousness returning to the room, I paid attention to how my body felt. The snug grip of the lycra leggings and sports bra, the mild burn in my muscles from being stretched and strained for the last hour or so. The awareness that I could feel the shape and tone of my whole body and the constant light throb in my nipples which persisted due to over using the suction cups.
I gently stood up and ran my hands down my chest shivering as they traced over the top of the hardened nubs protruding my sports top, my cock no longer sleeping immediately raising beneath the tight fabric. When had I become so constantly aroused? What had I turned my body into so that it just craved sexual attention all the time? I glanced at the clock and I still had a few hours before my show, but after the yoga and meditation I felt much more able to focus despite the obvious distractions.
I moved to the shower, stopping in front of the full length mirror to appreciate all my hard work. I was proud of my achievements, my body was toned and taught, a slight hint of a six pack as I removed my top. Turning and posing my ass looked incredible in these leggings and my legs curved and flexed beneath the material as I rolled it down to the floor.
Standing there naked except for my lace panties, struggling to contain the bulge I smiled. I had curves, not crazy ones, but curves non the less. I would have to ratchet down the waist trainer even more if I wanted to go further, and my slightly defined but flat chest would have been entirely male if it wasn’t for the somewhat stretched and distended nipples sitting on it.
I couldn’t resit playing with them as they always felt so keen to reward me with pleasure, I missed the shape of the breast forms, but it was infinitely better to be able to touch them, they were a direct line to my cock and any toying up here would result in immediate response below, it was really quite addictive.
Continuing to the shower I embarked on a full body cleanse inside and out. Hair removal cream applied and washed, scrubs and exfoliations followed by copious amounts of moisturiser and skin treatments to sooth and smooth. I dried and styled my hair, and took my time applying makeup to my absolute best. I plucked any stray hairs, applied double lip plumping treatments followed by lip-gloss that just made them pop. With matching nail polish applied without fault.
I was used to seeing myself made up, the reflection no longer a surprise, but tonight I felt so accomplished in my results. Staring back at me was someone who was truly beautiful, the old me would have never even approached her she was way out of my league. Sure I wasn’t perfect, but I felt confident that nobody would ever guess I was a guy. Even if the guy part of me was evidently standing rock hard and already leaking a little.
I giggled to myself at the ridiculousness of being turned on by myself, but here I was. I still had plenty of time too choose an outfit and I carefully selected what thought would be the absolute best. There had been times when getting dressed up was just part of doing a show at that time, today however felt like a ceremony. Rolling the stocking up my smooth legs, the clips attaching them to my basque, the feel of the silky smooth fabric tight against my skin.
I picked Biggies shoes that he bought for me what seemed like an age ago and smiled thinking how far I had come since then. They slipped on my feet with well-practiced ease, and I stood without wobbling or unsteadiness. Strutting over to the mirror I checked myself out and beamed with delight. God I looked good, my calves shaped so elegantly by the heels, my ass standing firm as I twisted to pose. In a brief moment of calm I had managed to tuck my cock but it fought to break free from my lace panties.
One last finishing touch was the pair of silk gloves I had received, they might not be staying on for that long in the show as I didn’t want to ruin them, but the feel of the soft fabric as I stroked myself was a pure delight, and tonight was all about giving myself and the viewers as much pleasure as possible.
With thirty minutes to spare I decided to attach the nipple pumps are get them primed and ready. Attaching the cups and gradually sucking the air out I gasped as they pulled in my flesh coursing blood to rush to my chest, I loved how sensitive they became from it and the silk gloves stroking the skin around them made my knees weaken. I padded out my top a little so I could keep them in place for as long as possible and set about switching on the lights and cameras to record what was undoubtedly going to be an amazing broadcast.