Chapter 17.2
The chat had a great buzz, there was a lot of talk about what Biggie might have sent; outfits, shoes, jewellery, toys, cages and even the possibility of a sex machine. Just the thought of opening a box from him and being presented with another incredible toy had me twitching and straining in the cage. I already knew that tonight would be finishing with his home-made dildo, and I could barely wait.
The tokens were coming in at a steady rate, but that first target still seemed a way off, and as much as I was enjoying riding and thrusting my toy collection I would need something new to keep my audience engaged. I asked the chat for requests, things they wanted to see me do.
There was a flurry of demands, but nothing really stood out, until a few of them kept on mentioning ‘ghost penis’. I’d never even heard of that before so asked them to elaborate. Essentially, they wanted me to stroke a dildo like it was my own cock, and orgasm by that alone, no touching of my cage.
I didn’t even know if that was possible, but as more people joined in the chorus they explained that it’s a case of mind over matter, you just have to trick your brain into thinking the toy is your own. I had to say I was intrigued, but could barely believe it would be possible without any stimulation.
Pleading for a little something, they relented and said I could keep a plug in. I found the largest one and it nestled inside with a pop, the pressure pushing directing against my prostate with an immediate large bead of precum dripping from my cage. Selecting the toy I would stroke was easy enough as I went with the one which resembled my own as closely as possible.
It was really quite clumsy to begin with, holding the base with one hand above my crotch and stroking with the other, it sort of looked ok, but there was just no connection there. I was just stroking a dildo. It felt very unnatural since I didn’t usually hold my dick in place while I stroked it.
An idea popped into my head and I used the thong I still had on to twist around the base of the toy somewhat holding it in place. This time when I started stroking with a little extra lube it felt much better. From this angle it did kinda look like I was stroking my own cock, I just couldn’t feel it, my own now throbbing inside the tight cage.
I closed my eyes and leant back a little, the plug pressed inside me and I felt a surge of pleasure, in my mind I could see my hand stroking and for a brief moment it felt almost like it was my own. I shuddered a little, a moan escaping my mouth. Opening my eyes I had this sense that there was a connection, my hand stroking the toy was sort of like stroking my cock.
Its hard to explain the surreal feeling of a ghost limb, but the more I followed the feeling the better it was. Of course the base of the toy pressing into the area above my cock did pass on some sensation, but the more I got into it the more I started to feel as if it were real.
“Oh wow, I can almost feel it, this is so freakin weird” I gasped to the camera, the screen filled with pings and comments of approval, but that faded as I tried to work with the growing feelings of connection. Occasionally the plug would press a little harder on my prostate and I’d feel a rising pulse, the pressure of the cage reminding me my actual cock was still trapped.
But the disconnect was widening, if I closed my eyes, the toy in my hand felt like my own, only it was numb. The tension inside the chastity, my hand pumping quicker and quicker and the movements from that pressing down under my abdomen. I could start to feel it build,
“Fuck, this actually feels pretty good!” I whimpered, if this was my actual dick I would have cum ages ago, I was pumping it so aggressively. Adding more lube, when my hand slid down it this time it really felt as if it was my own, there was a heat to it and visually it looked so similar to my own all leaking and wet.
And then I started to feel it, that familiar build of pressure. If I could just find the right angle, the combination of my hand sliding down and me thrusting up. The lines began to blur and my brain started to connect the silicone dick as my own. “God I think I’m actually going to cum” I panted desperately, I so wanted to, but it just wasn’t quite there.
I scrunched my eyes shut and desperately tried to force the vision of my hand stroking my actual cock, my hand ripping up and down, the ridges and bumps, the sound of the lube, wet slaps, over and over.
Shifting a little the plug moved now pressing more intently on my sensitive spot inside and that seemed like enough to push me higher. Now when I opened my eyes my brain really connected what I was seeing with what I was feeling “Yesss, almost there, fuck, come on” I muttered intently.
The pings were a sound in the distance, my own heavy breathing, racing heart beat and wet slaps filling my ears, that pressure was building even more and I just wanted to push myself over the edge. My hand now a blur, each thrust pressing the base of the toy into the now turgid mound behind the cage, I was hard to the point of it almost being painful but I just had to cum.
I kept on stroking, the sensation creeping higher and higher each time, I was going to do it. that feeling grew, agonisingly slowly but I just had to chase it. the tension in my core began to radiate, my body feeling flushed. My balls tightening and then suddenly with almost no warning I burst.
But it wasn’t like any previous orgasm, trapped inside the cage my cock flexed in a long, drawn out spasm. My hand still pumping the toy with a ferocious pace willing the release quicker. But my cum just oozed out, no impatient jets, no rapid fire pulses, just a painful elongated climax. I could barely take the frustration after all the buildup I was cumming but I had no release.
I kept pumping but could only drag another couple of loads. Out of breath and panting I had to stop, my hand now a little raw from stroking the toy so aggressively. But the pressure within me was still there, like my orgasm had been ruined and was unfinished.
With bleary eyes I refocused on the screen, I wasn’t far from my target, but I desperately needed to get this cage off and stroke myself properly, I wanted it more than anything. “Guys I need to unlock, I need to finish properly” my voice sounding whiny and frantic.
But the chat had it in for me as I read the message from the lead contributor “no-one should drop any big tips, just one at a time, we’ve got 350 to go, lets make her wait, you know it’ll be worth it”. I rolled my eyes as they agreed and gradually the odd ping fired off.
“Seriously!? come on, I’m desperate here!” with the toy discarded I was running my hands over the cage, I hadn’t actually cum that much despite what I had sensed, but my cock felt like it was about to explode, my balls felt like they were churning and the whole area was on the very brink of erupting.
It was painful watching the ticker slowly count down one by one. I removed the plug and replaced it with the well lubed toy I’d been using, gasping as it slid in with ease, bristling against my overly sensitive areas inside with each thrust. My spare hand grappled the front of my chest, immediately lamenting that I’d put on the largest silicone forms as I roughly pinched a nipple. It looked incredible on the monitor but I so wanted to access my own.
As we approached the target I grabbed the keys, my hands visibly shaking with desperation to release myself and actually cum properly. I was so over aught with adrenaline that as the fanfare sounded of my target being met I couldn’t put the key in the lock. Taking deep breaths to try and calm myself I finally managed to slip the key in, twist the lock and pull it out.
I barely threw the key to the bed before my cock expanded pushing the cage off, pulling the tip with a long string of cum hanging off. I repositioned myself towards the main camera, my tired right hand moving to the dildo in my ass and my left hand wrapping around my engorged and distended member.
It was impossible to contain my pleasure, after only a few strokes I was already at full mast, so very tender and sensitive “I know I said I’d spread out my orgasms today, but right now I have to cum properly, I’ve never been so pent up, shit, urrgh” I wanted to drag it out some, but there was no way. my hand and the dildo in my ass felt just too good.
Unlike the orgasm I’d just had, when this one started to build there was no hold back, no barrier to release, and I smashed through it with wild abandon. My scream catching in my throat, as my entire body spasmed, toes curling, face contorting. My eyes tightly shut as I could feel the first blast release.
I kept pumping as shot after shot fired over me, the second splashed a little over my face, the third firmly onto my chin and neck. Opening my eyes, the left a little obscured by a milky curtain, only to see several more spurts drain from my balls across my stomach.
I pumped the last few drops out finally feeling a sense of proper release, my hand was utterly covered in cum and feeling a little giddy I lifted it to my mouth and cleaned it entirely. Crashing my arm down to the bed I could only lay there, breathing heavily, finally totally satisfied.
Hearing the pings still coming in I smiled, once again, I’d done something I never otherwise would have, and I’d loved it. Sure it had been frustrating but cumming twice in five minutes and them both being orgasms like that was utterly addictive. Summoning enough strength to sit, I grabbed a towel from the side and tried my best to clean up the mess.
My outfit was completely ruined, streaks of jizz across the front and even in my hair. Moving to the chair I re-engaged with the chat properly. This show had gone well, even if that did seem like a minor point compared to how satisfied I felt. I’d promised them multiple orgasms and if I was honest I still felt like I had another one in me.
We chatted as I cleaned myself up and made a fairly rubbish attempt at reapplying my makeup, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking which makes the whole thing that much more challenging.
I sat there idly stroking myself, fulfilling the odd request to pose, and generally just hanging out. We talked about the salon visit and what things I could get done, the crazy world that we’d all found ourselves in with Lockdowns etc. and I did my best to not get drawn into conspiracy theories which popped up frequently.
After a couple of hours I was starting to get worked up again, but at the same time the dried on cum felt decidedly un-sexy, I suggested moving the stream to the shower and was met with an enthusiastic response. One of the smaller cameras I had would work remotely, and had enough power to run for maybe an hour.
I grabbed a tripod and a few toys and took them on a little tour of my apartment, not that there was much to see from the few steps walk from the bed to the bathroom. It wasn’t set up like the bed area, so much less cam girl and more regular girl, but they didn’t seem to care.
I set the camera down making sure it had a good field of view, I knew I’d have to keep the water temperature down and the door open otherwise it would all get steamed up and they’d see nothing, but I didn’t plan on having a super long one anyway. Explaining to them that I can’t see the chat screen so would have to hope they could see me and to enjoy the show.
I opened the taps and the water started flowing, I tried to do a little striptease peeling out of each garment, since my breakdown I hadn’t been filled with that much self-confidence but there was something about performing that drew my cam girl persona out, confidence is sexy and I felt the need to really play up to my audience, despite some inner voices of uncertainty.
I couldn’t see the chat, and from outside the shower only hear the pings faintly, but it was enough to know they were still there and apparently liking what they were seeing. I was fully naked in front of the camera for what I think was the first time, OK I had some large silicone breasts suck to my chest, but it felt like taking a big leap into baring my all without my usual support lingerie.
Stepping underneath the warm stream of water I gasped a little as it tickled my exposed skin, the goosebumps on my body fading as I got used to the temperature. Not forgetting my audience I smiled to the camera as I begun soaping my body, I’d always enjoyed lathering my smooth hairless skin in a sensual way, and now, with hopefully hundreds of people watching it felt more erotic than usual.
It took very little time for my body to respond, with soap suds running down my torso it helped the silicone forms blend in even more, cupping and squeezing them I could almost imagine what it would be like to have real ones. If it wasn’t for my own frustrated, hard nipples trapped underneath being desperate for attention.
I worked them a little more, marvelling at how they deformed and bulged in my grip, and despite not being able to feel anything directly I was as hard as a rock. Sliding a soapy hand down my stomach I circled my crotch before stroking the full length, unable to supress a sultry moan. From this view it just looked so hot I caught myself biting my lip.