Chapter 18.2
I tried on a few other things I’d grabbed, firing off photos to Ellie to get her option, I got thumbs up and thumbs down for various outfits, and when I showed her the sundress she gushed over it. insisting that it was perfect for my date with Marc. I tried to call her out for labelling it as a date, but she quickly shut me down pointing out how obviously excited I was for it.
She added a link to the chat for what I should wear with it, and unsurprisingly it was for Victoria Secret. I couldn’t fault her taste though, it was exquisite, and I already could see it would work perfectly with what I had. It was white, very silky with modest use of lace. It would help keep everything in place and support me well if Marc got touchy feely.
I caught myself in a daydream, cussing under my breath. I was failing so hard at taking things easy with this whole situation, but I couldn’t help but indulge. I was thankful I brought some tissues with me as my panties were starting to get soaked through, the cage struggling to do its job.
Tidying myself up, I pulled the tags from the dress and shoes which I’d kept on, handed the items I wasn’t keeping back to the attendant and headed to the cashier to pay for everything else. It was another hit to the bank account but justifying everything as a business expense makes it worth it completely, I lied to myself.
Shopping bags in hand I headed off to a café to get a bite to eat, it was uneventful as far as sitting and eating goes, I got to people watch some more but was also aware of the occasional glances I would get from other people, it was hard to tell if they were checking me out, or checking to see if I was a girl or not. I tried to silence the doubting voices in my head, but the more I sat there the harder it became.
Makeup! I thought to myself, if in doubt, add more makeup, quickly walking to the nearest shop I stocked up on supplies, applying them in store. An assistant helping me with the odd thing here and there, she did an amazing job on my eyes, with heavy wings in a shape I’d not done before, it made my face pop and was the lift I needed.
New armour applied I found myself walking a little taller and with more bounce as I headed to Victoria Secret. I started by browsing, before realising I would never find the item Ellie had sent the link to, and my cage was once again being challenged by the various deliciously sexy garments my fingers ran through.
I was taken to the area and picked up what I thought was the right size, the assistant suggested I go bigger, but I bashfully mentioned that I currently had more padding and planned to go with a more natural size. She smiled but I sensed she was checking me over with a more critical eye.
Trying not to spiral again, I brushed off any negative thoughts about being outed in public and paid for my items. It was now time to head home. And hitting the streets I made sure to check my reflection in every window I could. With my posture corrected, my steps carefully placed there was no way I should feel insecure, especially not in this dress. The fabric swishing in the breeze, the material dragging across my legs with each step, it felt so liberating, so me.
Back home I dumped my bags, trying my best to pack them away in an order I’d remember when it came to needing them. I posed in front of my big mirror. The white sundress with little flowers, the makeup, the sparkly shoes and the earrings from the other day, I was so happy with my appearance, Marc would love it I was sure.
It wasn’t my usual look for a show, but I really wanted to keep it on for as long as possible. I also wondered if my audience would like it, would they go for a girl next door type? I hoped so. Maybe if I pair it with something super slutty underneath, remembering the mess I made of my clothes previously, I couldn’t risk spoiling this, not before I got to wear it on a date anyway, the feelgood factor to this outfit was too high.
I found something completely contrasting for underneath, it was red, lacy, figure hugging and pretty much scandalous, with these breast forms I bulged from the top, you could just about see it through the dress, but only a hint. It’d be perfect to tease my fans, they’d go wild for sure when they saw the cage through the crotchless panties, I was already starting to drip just thinking about it.
Even though I had a few hours before the show I wanted to hold off, trying my best to keep busy. Several different makeup looks later I’d found the right balance, it looked very natural but I had a lot of product on. Whoever thinks that looking like you have no makeup on means you don’t have much makeup on would have known otherwise the moment they saw the carnage by the mirror, I’d used a bit of nearly everything I had.
Checking myself out I was so happy with the look, I adjusted my hair loosely up, a few stray strands hanging down my face, my pierced ears twinkling, the finishing jewels. I’d checked the time repeatedly and finally I could start the show, snapping a quick photo to Ellie I sent for a final approval. Seconds later she replied gushing about how cute I was and that she was ending her show early to tune into mine.
As if I needed to be more turned on having spent all day being pent up, I now knew she was going to be watching from the start. Setting up the lights, a little softer than usual, warmer and more intimate, framing the chair by the desk, but making sure the bed was primed. Secondary cameras connected but not on, ready for when I’d strip down and want to give more angles, you’d be surprised the planning and thought that goes into capturing a show. After all this is my job now, and that makes me a professional, I paused “I’m a professional cam girl” I laughed to myself, but it was a job I was relishing.
All set, I fired off the notifications announcing my show was about the start, signing in and getting the final things ready. Going live was always a bit of a thrill, but today had been so good, this outfit had me buzzing, I could only describe it as being euphoric, hoping that it would continue throughout the show.
As people joined the chat filled, I greeted my regulars, everyone was so complimentary about my look, I must have blushed for a solid 10 minutes as we chatted back and forth. And then I saw Ellies handle post a string of emojis and my heart raced a little more. Shortly after my phone vibrated “OMFG babe, you look so freakin hot, what I’d give to join you right now, but I was supposed to have an early night, got to get up early”.
“Well don’t let me keep you up, and don’t put ideas in my head! I’ve been buzzing all day since I put on this dress, I’m ready to burst as it is, wouldn’t last a second if you were in this room” my cheeks were flushing, just the thought of her being here had me throbbing in my cage. My phone impatiently vibrating as she replied instantly “Screw the early night, I’m watching my favourite girl, and if I can’t be there, I’m going to keep you on edge the whole show, love watching you squirm, it’s got me bad”.
I rolled my eyes, the chat on the broadcast was asking why I was looking at my phone and grinning and I had to explain a friend was texting me while they were watching. Naturally that lead them to ask who it was but I think I deflected it well enough, we were absolutely going to do a show together, but we needed to put on our boring media strategy hats to make the most of it.
Engaging fully with my audience, they had me doing twirls to show off the outfit, there were little flashes of what was underneath, but being the savvy cam girl I was, those needed targets to be met before they’d get a proper look. All the while I had an additional running commentary from Ellie, I set my phone beside the computer, screen always on, I could tell she was working herself up, no doubt finishing her own show early meant she was far from satisfied for the night.
The dress removing target was only a little way off, but I noticed a wet spot already and didn’t want to risk making it worse. Lifting it, exposing my crotch got a raft of tokens and as I played with the fabric, bunched around my midriff Ellie commented how obviously wet I was, explicitly describing her own situation, a very clear image coming to mind. Fuck that girl was going to ruin me in this show.
Thankfully the first target complete sound burst through my speakers and I instantly peeled the dress off, a flurry of messages on screen about what I was wearing underneath and a matching cascade of coins. They had me pose and twist and show them all the angles. I had to admit I already missed having the dress on, it was weird to be so attached to an item of clothing, yet at the same time, with less on, I was closer to getting myself off and that was equally rewarding.
For the next hour I worked my way through various plugs and toys, my throat now feeling more than well enough to indulge. The cage was starting to frustrate me though, it wasn’t the smallest, so not that uncomfortable but just not being able to touch myself was so distracting, and my balls visibly swollen, tender to the touch were not helping.
Add in a fairly constant stream of messages from Ellie that were getting ever more explicit in nature, I’d occasionally fire one back to her, but sensing it interrupted the flow of the broadcast, I started talking directly to her through the camera, being careful to not reveal any details and trying to keep it non gender specific I realised my audience might like that as well.
Of course I’d watched jerk of instruction videos before, but never felt compelled to do one myself, spurred on by Ellie I dropped a few comments that the chat seemed to respond positively to as well. I guess I’d always been a little on the submissive side, however the energy of today was coursing through me and it felt right to push towards domme more.
As I slid in the first dildo to my well lubed ass, I’d comment about how they should all be stroking themselves in time with me, in my mind I could see Ellie laying on her bed, fingers soaked as she slid over and over her distended clit, no doubt my male viewers were taking that instruction more literally.
Id often thought about my viewers self pleasuring while I did my shows, but most of the time I was centered around my own pleasure, sure I would command the broadcast, but it was pretty much always just about me. Now I could feel the power of my influence, if Ellie was at home furiously masturbating to me, then the other guys would surely be as well.
Feeling my cock swell and pulse I shifted slightly and a giant bead of precum spilled from the tip of the cage, it must have been held back as it spewed out. “fuck you’re wetter than me!” A text from Ellie sprang up on my phone, shortly followed by a very graphic picture of her drenched pussy. My eyes went wide when I saw it, involuntarily biting my lip, shit that girl was something.
“I need to get the cage off!” I demanded to the chat, “what do I need to do to make that happen?” pleading, hoping they would drop the target, I guessed it would be another 20 or 25 minutes if things continued as they were, but I was already losing my resolve to resist orgasm till the end target.
Ellies messages and pictures had continued, I hadn’t sexted with anyone in the past really, it was so hot thinking of her at the other end of the phone, fumbling it in one hand while her other was franticly pleasuring herself. I felt another pulse from my cock, the pressure of the cage and the thought of Ellie alone was going to make me cum if I wasn’t careful, the dildo pistoning in my ass not withstanding.
“Fuck it, I’m unlocking, you’re going to have to match me and last one to cum is the ultimate victor!” I giggled directly down the lens. Grabbing the keys, my hands shaking as I struggled to slot the key in the lock, why did they have to make these things so fiddly? Not helped by the lube and precum making it all slippery.
Eventually the lock slid out and without any assistance my cock pushed the cage off, seconds later I removed it from my helmet and it throbbed to full mast, another heavy bead of precum pooling at the tip. Scooping it and bringing it to my outstretched tongue I took it into my mouth.
A picture appeared on my phone, two glistening fingers buried deep in a mouth with shining cherry red lipstick, her hand visibly soaking, running onto her chin. I gasped as my own fingers withdrew from my mouth. “Now if you have a toy to hand, it would be a good time to use it” reaching for one of my favourite dildos, it wasn’t the biggest at a smidge over 6 inches, but had the most perfect tip and curve which seemed to sit right on my pleasure button no matter how I used it.