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Crashing out without getting undressed, buttplug still in place, my morning wood had entirely broken free from the small thong I was wearing, the basque still holding my torso comfortably and the stockings gripping my legs snugly. I slipped out of bed and saw the new shoes from Biggie on the floor where I had kicked them off. I picked them up and gave them a much closer look than I had when I opened the box during the broadcast.

They were really very elegant, quite sexy but not overly slutty, and without thinking I slipped them onto my feet. Before standing, I assessed how they fitted and they were actually quite comfortable, I could already tell they forced my feet into a position that shaped my calves and legs. Gently rising to my feet, feeling a little unsteady, I had only taken a few steps in them last night before spending most of the show sprawled across the bed.

I felt compelled to try and walk around, to see if I could do so without wobbling. Correcting my posture and adjusting my stride I stepped carefully over to the full length mirror. I was greeted by quite a sight, my makeup smudged and my lipstick smeared on my face, my hair dishevelled and messed up. My body however was something else, the outfit really did squeeze and enhance my shape, it was hard not to stare at the hard cock that seemed so out of place on such a feminine looking body. I struck a few poses, the heels already causing a little discomfort in my feet, but I marvelled at how they shaped my legs and ass.

I turned around and looked over my shoulder, and from this angle it was hard to believe I was seeing my own reflection. All those hours of specific exercises, yoga and running had totally paid off, and while I felt pride in what I’d achieved, there was definitely more that could be done. The desire to go to the toilet broke me from my daydream, but there was a small problem, or rather quite a large, hard and throbbing problem.

From the moment I had woken up I’d been erect, and gawping at myself in the mirror had done nothing to remedy that. Unless I wanted to pee on the ceiling I was going to have to do something to sort myself out and it was all too easy to simply wrap my hand around my cock and stroke looking at the image of my reflection.

There was a strange duality to what I was staring at and what I felt, the person looking back at me almost unrecognisable as myself, yet at the same time I felt incredible smugness that it was me, that I looked like this. Sure I wasn’t stunning, but finding yourself attractive was an odd realisation. I carried on stroking, but wanted to return to the rear view and the plug which was beginning to require some attention.

From this angle it was harder to see the reflection as myself, and it became abstracted as a vision of a slim girl with a very sexy outfit on and a bejewelled buttplug embedded in her ass. My varnished nails caressing my cheeks before diverting their attention to the plug, I hissed as they made contact, even the smallest movement drove sparks from that pleasure button inside me. My non visible hand now slick with precum as I glided it over my full length.

Being able to command the girl in the mirror gave me constant erotic feedback, not only could I see what she was doing, but feel it too and the rush of endorphins each time I slipped the plug in and out pushed the inevitable orgasm closer. I was unable to contain my moans of pleasure, there were no cameras or viewers to play up to this was all about my own desire and it was sublime.

I now centred all my efforts on getting off, my hand pumped frantically and with the plug pushed in as far as it would go I began grinding the jewelled end of it in a circular motion, round and round, each time nudging my prostate and edging me closer to my goal. I bent over to push out my ass to the mirror, I was rewarded with a beautiful sight that only served to turn me on even more.

I could feel the pressure building, my balls rising and my ass tighten around the plug, unable to look behind me as my climax rose up from inside me, I moaned as each pulse erupted from my cock, I could feel my ass clamping on the plug trying to pull it deeper inside me, I parted my legs in an attempt to make sure nothing landed on my outfit as my dick continued to spasm. I had lost count of the times cum had shot from me, but it was still bubbling out, although now with less force, each jolt of pleasure brought another bead of cum to my dripping tip. My hand was covered and as I focussed my eyes on the floor I could see several puddles, the furthest being quite a distance from me.

I turned to the mirror lifting my hand up to see how much I had cum, I was still amazed there was so much, those supplements must have really been kicking in as I could also smell it and there was an overriding fruity sweetness to it. Curiosity getting the better of me, I brought it to my mouth and tentatively licked a little off, it was even sweeter than last nights, and dare I say it, almost pleasant. If they paid out like they did in my show, I wouldn’t have a problem taking another load, I thought to myself.

Looking at my reflection brought a satisfied smile, I still looked a mess, but there was that distinct post orgasm afterglow emanating from me, although my cock was still quite hard and still far from able to pee at the right angle. I resolved to clean my hands and carefully get undressed. A cold shower would have to do the trick and as I stepped in and winced at the temperature, it had the desired effect.

As the chilly water ran over my body my nipples responded in kind. Standing firm and pointing out their sensitivity only enhanced, I found it impossible not to toy with them before realising that my now limp cock was beginning to stir again. I wasn’t sure what was happening to my libido, but at this pace I’d have to do more shows a day just to keep on top of it which was no bad thing I suppose.

I removed the plug and finished up washing myself, I’d had enough fun for one morning so I didn’t need that thing stirring up any more trouble, I applied a little of the milder hair removal cream on my face to make that perfectly smooth, even though I never grew much facial hair and the odd spot here and there on my body to keep it in check. Stepping out of the shower, drying myself off and finally being able to go to the toilet I felt energised.

Today was going to be another productive day, dressing in my fitness outfit I followed another of the exercise DVD sessions followed by some stretching yoga. I would leave the running for tomorrow as I felt the need to practice walking in those shoes some more, I really wanted to impress Biggie with how well I’d taken to them, I had learnt that the more confidence I had on screen the more tokens I received, so the morning spent striding backwards and forwards would only help things.

After about 20 minutes I had really got the hang of them, I followed a few more YouTube tutorials on feet position and how to exaggerate the hip swing, all of which helped to make me feel more at ease and to look more natural. Despite their original comfort after a while they became a little painful so I took a rest, browsing on my phone I had the idea that I should buy some more modest heels which would be more comfortable, something that I could wear down to the shops so that when I put these on it wouldn’t be such a leap.

I then realised that since most of the shops were now open as usual, I could go today, I did need to pick up some more makeup anyway as all the practice had used up a lot of what I had. I checked my bank balance and realised that I was actually much better off that I though, the combination of furlough pay and revenue from the broadcasts meant I not only was there plenty in my main account but I could put more into my savings. I realised that even if I did lose my job, I could probably cover the rent and bills with money from the shows, however that would leave me nothing for food or emergencies.

Taking stock of my finances I decided it was time for a little TLC for myself, new shoes for sure, I could go to a dedicated makeup shop instead of the one in the big supermarket, maybe a bite to eat and something to drink while I was at it. It was quite liberating to not feel the pressure of having to be paranoid about money, although I couldn’t relax entirely my inevitable redundancy would still leave me living on the bare minimum.

With a better choice of regular clothes to choose from I was able to put together another simple outfit, all be it with one of the more lacy undergarments than the last time I went out as I adored the way the fabric felt on my smooth skin, and my favourite little toy was absent from my behind this time though, I didn’t want to get into any trouble, a final spray of perfume and I was ready. I felt at ease stepping onto the street, and even without the heels I made an effort to maintain the posture and swing for each step.

The high street with all the shops on was much busier this time round, plenty of people going about their business, some of the shops had queues outside with a line waiting patiently. I spotted the makeup shop and made my way over to it, inside I was met with row after row of different products and was somewhat overwhelmed, when I’d last bought some there wasn’t so much to choose from and I just picked a random choice following the cues of another shopper. However here I was all on my own, with way too much to look at and I didn’t know where to start.

I aimlessly walked down a few isles before one of the assistants introduced herself as Nikki and asked if I needed any help. I cleared my throat and explained that I was running low on everything, but felt like I needed a new set as my complexion had changed quite a bit over lockdown. I could tell from the tone in her voice that she was excited to help, no doubt the thought of me leaving with a giant bag full of products and the sales commission attached boosting her mood.

Nikki ushered me over to a booth with a well-lit large mirror and an array of foundations, explaining we needed to get the correct base before moving on. The foundation I had on wasn’t far off and we settled on something only slightly lighter, the conversation was easy as we talked about what we’d been doing over lockdown, although I made sure to omit the part about me starting it being very outwardly male and then becoming a cam girl and kept it to the office admin clerk who was about to be made redundant.

After the foundation we worked through various different looks each time putting a assortment of products to one side. I knew a lot already from the tutorials I had watched but this was much more personal and as Nikki explained each step I was able to then apply that and the results spoke for themselves. We had just finished doing a ‘going out’ look and I was already very impressed, it was much more seamless than when I did it, the contouring applied in the right places did all the right things in knocking back the more masculine parts of my face and enhancing the feminine attributes.

After wiping it off she then applied a more natural look, something I could keep on for the rest of the day, it was very simple but covered all the right areas, I looked very much like your average girl next door. Next we moved onto nails and she pulled out a range of shades she though would suit me, and I took nearly all of them. As we walked over to the checkout I realised I also needed more of the lip plumping balm and she pointed to an isle in the corner, they had a much greater range here than I had seen before and not really knowing which would be best I took a few. As long as I had enough to last me a couple of weeks that would cover it.

Ringing all the items through I had racked up quite a total, but I knew if I could apply them as well as Nikki had, my viewers would like it as much as I did and they would pay for themselves in no time. With bags filled we exchanged pleasantries, it was so nice to have a conversation with someone in person, and I felt at ease the whole time, I thanked her for all her help and said my goodbyes promising to return when I needed more things and left. I was reluctant to put my mask back on as I really wanted to preserve the look, but I knew I would have to before I went into the next place. I made a point of checking myself out with each reflection in the shop fronts, and there was a positive bounce to my step as I closed in on the shoe shop.

With a grimace I placed the mask back on, and set about finding something to suit my needs. It didn’t take long before the staff approached me to ask if I needed help. With the confidence of the makeup trip under my belt I had no issues explaining what I was after and I was shown to the area with a whole host of heels, from barely flat to 6” high platforms. Measured up for size and with the help of the assistant we started pulling shoes from the shelves. I must have tried on fifteen or more pairs, and settled on 4. The first was only a small 2” heel, somewhat practical boots but looked perfect with the jeans I had on, and were a breeze to walk in, I already knew I could wear these all day and not have a problem. The second pair were some new running trainers, I hadn’t intended to buy any, but they were much more in keeping with my appearance than the old pair I had been using and a discounted price made them too good to pass up.

The third and fourth pairs were considerably less practical, a white pair of closed toe stilettos which were almost impossible to walk in but I knew would be an instant hit with my viewers and I had two or three outfits that they would look amazing with. The final pair were borderline ridiculous, metallic glittery gold, incredibly strappy, open toe, high heeled with a bit of a platform. I had no intention of walking anywhere in them but these would look outrageous on cam, the way the light bounced off them I couldn’t resist.

With the new boots on my feet I completed my purchases and left the shop feeling suddenly very hungry, still a little conscious of my steps I made an effort each time to find my stride and it gradually became more natural. Towards the end of the high street there was a smart looking café and by the time I got there I was thinking less about my foot steps and more about what I wanted to eat, these boots really were comfortable and it had taken hardly any time for me to walk in them with ease. The glimpses I managed to get of my reflection in the shop fronts confirmed what I felt and these boots really did complete the look.

Once in the café I ordered a drink and a sandwich which they offered to bring to my table and I took up a place in the corner with space for all my bags. I no longer felt self-conscious about people thinking I was a guy, I think that even if someone who knew me came in they wouldn’t recognise me. My hair and makeup were on point, I’d lost a fair amount of weight and these shape flattering clothes meant my body appeared no longer as it had been just a few months ago.

Smiling under my mask at all that I had achieved, sure I didn’t intend to turn out like this, but I had to admit that it wasn’t a bad lifestyle. I was fitter than I had ever been before, I had a great work life balance and being paid to have orgasms for a living, what’s not to like! It made me all the more determined to keep pushing until I could make enough from just camming to keep doing this. The possible redundancy still hanging over my head but it wasn’t the dark cloud it had been when I first found out.

I was snapped from my daydream as my food and drink arrived, relieved to now be able to remove my mask and finally sate my hunger. As I ate I looked around the café, people watching as they came and went with their orders, having spent so long on my own I took note of each person. After a while a girl came in who for some reason looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her. She ordered a coffee to go and I couldn’t take my eyes off her, where did I know her from? Maybe she was from my office in a different department? I couldn’t recall. She was very plainly dressed, loose fitting jeans and a hoodie with her hair bunched up under a beanie. But I knew that face I was sure of it, she was very pretty even without makeup.

Realising I was staring I looked away but carried on racking my brain to place her. She collected her drink and turned to leave dropping a napkin as she did. She stopped and bent over to pick it up and the baggy jeans tightened over her ass. It was a peach and I blushed slightly at the thought, as she righted herself and walked to leave I noticed a few stray hairs from below her hat, they were bright pink and then it hit me. It was the girl from the cam show, the one I had watched so many times.

I must have flushed red as the waiter asked if I was ok. I stammered a reply saying I was a bit hot but fine. I took a mouthful of coffee and gathered myself, I couldn’t believe that was her and it must mean she lives locally. Visions of the last time I watched her show flooded my mind and despite the orgasm I’d had that morning I could feel myself stiffen. Realising this wasn’t ideal, I took out my phone to find a distraction, reading the news seemed to do the trick and after finishing my lunch I picked up my things to head home.

On my way back I passed a shop with a big closing down sale poster in the window, from the things in the display it looked like a lady’s clothing shop, I wouldn’t say formal wear, but a few glittery dresses and things like that and I could see that all the prices were heavily discounted. I threw caution to the wind and stepped inside. The racks were well laid out and I was immediately drawn to a gold shimmering dress, it would match my new shoes perfectly. I knew my sizes from the last time I shopped for clothes and as luck would have it the one there was perfect. I took it and continued looking around the shop, before long I had an arm full of items including several underwear garments.

All the items were reduced by 70% or more, and it would just seem a waste of an opportunity to not take advantage. In the lingerie section I found babydolls, silk nighties and so many other things that I probably wouldn’t even wear for the shows, but felt nice and would no doubt feel good too, if it was in my size I took one. Handing my collections over to the cashier she commented on the other shopping bags and I responded that I’d spent so long not going out I was making up for lost time. Weighed down with even more shopping than I had planned to buy, I set off for my flat.

Back home I dumped my bags and made a beeline to the computer, in minutes I had the girl from the cafes profile up on screen, it was definitely her. I couldn’t believe the person I had somewhat idolised lived in my neighbourhood, that was crazy. Not that I would ever do anything, she would never be interested in a guy like me, before pausing for a second and taking note of how I was dressed and mentally struggling to think what I was. Either way, I doubt she would even look at me. But it would be a good reason to be more of a regular at the café just on the off chance.

I now had the afternoon to try on all the things I had bought, outfit after outfit and they all looked great. The golden dress matched so well with the strappy shoes, I knew instantly my viewers would love it and I could perform another striptease which would be sure to drive them wild.

All this dressing had caused me to become incredibly aroused though, I had a little time to get ready for my show so I applied the makeup to match the outfit and an extra application of the lip plumper just before it started. Checking myself out in the mirror I was so very pleased with how I looked. Yes it was a bit on the slutty side, but that was no bad thing, I couldn’t walk in these heels, but I was able to strike a pose and show off all my new purchases.

In no time I was laying on the bed, with the dress pulled down to my waist, my legs in the air holding onto the glittery heels sliding the plug in and out of my ass. I found the image of myself on screen increasingly arousing, but tried my best to play to the chat and enact their requests. Tonight was one of those nights when I was more concerned about getting off rather than getting tokens, but dressed as I was it looked like I was going to be able to do both. My hand now wrapped around my dripping cock furiously stroking away, my nipples ached as I pulled and twisted them but I loved the spike of pain and pleasure. Without a free hand for the buttplug I had to make do with clenching and squeezing my ass on it and I could feel the climax rising.

Despite the haze of arousal I did not want to ruin this new dress so tonight I would have to cum into my hand, in this position there was no other option. I pumped harder on my cock and twisted faster on my nipples, the waves began to rise from my balls the point of no return crashing over me as rope after rope spewed from my pulsing dick into my palm.

The flood of pings from the screen echoed into my room as my moans quietened, I lifted my hand to show the camera and instantly the requests came in for me to feed it to myself. Having tasted it earlier that day I had no more apprehensions about doing that and started with a little dip, before looking right down the camera and taking the rest. The sound of tokens dropping buoyed me even more and I liked my hand clean, there would be no sticky residue left over tomorrow.

Tonight was once again a successful broadcast, if I could keep this up then I knew I would be OK, even if those early week shows would be quiet I had already made so much. I thanked all my viewers and turned off the camera. I needed a quick shower as I had worked up quite the sweat and I got ready for bed with one of the nice new silk nighties, it felt so very comfortable on my now sore nipples. Sleep came easy after so much excitement in one day.

On Monday morning I awoke quite late, but with my now customary morning wood. It seemed that my cock had taken a life of its own, not so long ago I would have never woken up hard after an intense orgasm the night before. But here I was with a delicious feeling silk nightgown rubbing over my hard member. I resisted the urge and stepped out of bed, making breakfast and trying to do things to take my mind of my erection. After 15 minutes or so I was able to go about my usual daily routine.

Today would be stretches followed by a jog, it was lovely out and I wanted to try out the new running trainers I had bought. I set off with no particular distance or route in mind, but took in the weather and sights as I made my way. I entered the park and ran in the opposite direction to my usual route. There were nods of acknowledgement to the people I now recognised and had seen before, the odd jogger, dog walker and cyclist. Of course I had to pass Marc the physio as well but thankfully it was a short exchange of ‘hi’ and a little wave.

I arrived home in time to see the delivery man approaching my flat. He had a bundle of parcels, none of which I remembered ordering. We talked a little as he handed them to me before I let myself inside.

I was intrigued by the packages, I was sure I hadn’t ordered anything and most didn’t have a return address other than a generic amazon one. Once inside I began opening them and was taken aback by what was inside. The first few were panties and stockings with no note or explanation as to who they were from, then one of the parcels had a note saying they wanted me to wear this lipstick and blow a kiss to them in the next show. And suddenly it clicked. On a previous show I had directed people to my wish list or asked them to send me things. And here it was, besides the things Biggie had sent, here was my first batch of fan mail.

I checked to see if Biggie had sent me a message so as to know if I should wait before opening one of them, but I had nothing, so I carried on. The next batch containing a waist trainer, some more panties with a note that they wanted me to wear a pair and send them back with a big reward for doing so. And the last few packages contained some nipple pumps, which were some weird nipple contraptions that looked like little cups with a pump on top, a thin pencil vibrator with a bulbus curved end, some lube and a beginner’s anal kit with a douche and a pink set of different buttplugs getting gradually larger in size.

I didn’t know what to make of all these, it was slightly overwhelming. Most of them were fine, the waist trainer would be a great addition to my wardrobe and I knew I’d be trying that on later along with some of the other items. But I didn’t know what to make of the plugs and vibrator, was I ready to start using those? Sure the plug I had felt great but these were all bigger, is that why I would need the douche to use them?

I had so many questions and fired up the computer to see if I had any messages. In my broadcast DMs there were quite a few, and I recognised the names as some of my regulars. Some stated that the items were purely gifts and others had requests attached to them. The pencil vibrator and plugs both had big rewards for using them on cam and a link on how to use the douche. Out of curiosity I clicked the link and watched a brief into on how to do that. It didn’t look so bad and the thought of not using it and it being messy was quite the motivator, I guess I had been lucky with the little plug I’d been using so far.

I replied to a few messages and then shut down the computer, my curiosity was now piqued and I wanted to check all the things out. Most of the panties and stockings fit OK, some a little better than others, the waist trainer as I expected was tight even on the loosest setting, and just out of sheer interest I placed the nipple cups on myself and gave the pump and squeezes. It instantly drew my nipples up and I had that familiar rush of pleasure the same as when I played with them, reading the pack it stated that repeated use can increase the size and sensitivity of them, which considering how much I enjoyed playing with them would be no bad thing. I then had the sex toys left over, the thought of being clean inside was definitely appealing, even if it just meant I could use my fingers and not worry about it and the smaller of the plugs was not too intimidating so if the payday would come it wasn’t too much of a step from what I was already doing and enjoying.

Using the douche wasn’t as big of a deal as I thought it might be. A little messy maybe but it didn’t feel dirty, and if anything vaguely pleasant as I pushed the warm water inside, my cock certainly didn’t seem to mind as it became wet all of its own accord. I stepped in the shower to clean the post run sweat off and used all the products I had resulting in filling the room with pleasant aromas. My skin always felt so soft and smooth after the lotions and conditioners were applied.

Feeling great, exiting the shower and towelling myself off I was greeted by the pack of buttplugs. The smallest was only a little larger than the one I had been using and I felt compelled to see if it would go in. Being cleaned out, and a little lube applied it slipped in with almost no resistance, I guess I was used to things going in there. I had to admit that it did feel nice, it didn’t have the same weight as the metal one which I enjoyed, but it was that bit bigger so as to nudge the right spots. The second one now looked less intimidating although the large one was never going to happen. And if I could do the second one the vibrator wouldn’t be beyond possible.

My cock had become hard and it was obvious I couldn’t deny my body was enjoying it. I pulled and pushed the plug a little and was rewarded with a flood of pleasant sensations. Removing it I picked up the middle sized one, lubed it and placed it at my hole. There was more resistance but I knew to relax and apply pressure as I breathed out, and gradually it edged in. I could feel it stretching me but there was no discomfort, a little more pressure and then pop I pushed it over the widest part and it slid in and settled around the base.

The feeling was sublime, I had expected it to be painful but the tiniest bit of discomfort was soon replaced by pleasure, any movement sent a jolt of joy to my prostate and my cock flexed and pulsed of its own accord. I involuntarily moaned, this felt really good and there was no denying it. But I also realised it was too late for me to be having my own fun as it would possibly ruin the show if I couldn’t perform.

Reluctantly I removed the plug and calmed myself down, my weeping cock was not happy about it but cleaning up and putting some regular clothes on acted as a reasonable barrier to temptation. I sat and watched a little tv while occasionally browsing the internet on my phone. Around mid-afternoon the internet stopped working, thinking it was just my router I restarted it and waited to see if it would reconnect. Half an hour later and it wasn’t looking good, nothing on my computer and no data on my phone either.

Picking up the landline I called my ISP customer support. The waiting time was almost an hour so there was no doubt an issue at their end. I waited, listening to the rubbish hold music and eventually was put through to an operator. They asked the usual security questions before answering any questions about the service being out.

However while clearing the security questions the operator asked to check my details as I was down on the system as male, and that must have been a mistake. For a moment I thought about correcting them, and after trying to clear my throat realised that I couldn’t bring my voice back down, I’d spent so long talking with a softer and raised pitch for my cam sessions that it had become my natural voice. Not being able to stall any longer I agreed to the amendments on my details, it wasn’t a big deal as nobody would question it really.

Finally I was able to ask about the service outage and they confirmed it was an issue their side, with an exchange in my area. The engineers were on site and it would be fixed as soon as possible, but that might not be until tomorrow, possibly 48 hours. I asked about compensation and got nowhere. Damnit, how would I be able to do my shows now? Through gritted teeth I thank the person at the end of the line and hung up.

What would I do? This week had been going so well and this was the setback I really didn’t need. I could go and find a café or bar with free Wi-Fi from a different provider but I could hardly broadcast from there. But I could post a message so they would know to expect me back. I set off to find a place that had working free WIFI and after a few unsuccessful attempts with the owners lamenting at the same outage I found somewhere that I could get online.

I posted in my profile and replied to a few of the regulars saying I wouldn’t be broadcasting for a while until my internet was fixed. I had a few replies quickly come back and they were clearly disappointed, I was so upset that all the momentum I had been building was being undone by this.

Feeling defeated I headed back home and slumped into the sofa. I watched some TV but nothing really took my fancy, it was about this time that I would normally be starting my show and it was if my cock knew. My jeans felt increasingly tight as I began to swell, it was too distracting to watch any more telly, so I reasoned I might as well go to bed and hope that it is back up and running in the morning. Also if I could avoid getting off tonight I would be able to do two good shows tomorrow to make up for it.

Getting ready for bed was not easy, as soon as I stepped into my night wear the feeling of the fabric caused my nipples to stiffen, which in turn made my cock swell to its full length. I was so used to cumming every night my body didn’t know what else to do. I desperately tried to get to sleep, but you have no idea how hard that is to do with a persistent erection making you so horny.

I tried for well over an hour and eventually drifted off to sleep, but my mind was filled with images of me on screen, sliding the new vibrator in and out and spouting endless torrents of cum all over myself. I awoke with a start, my cock still rock hard, my nipples still tingling. This was no use, I was going to have to sort myself out and hope I could recover the next day to do an extra show.

I reached for my favourite plug and slid it in. my cock needed no encouragement to begin leaking and my precum spilled over lubricating my hand as I stroked up and down. I looked at my camera and the blank screen, it felt so odd to do this in my usual position and with no one watching. But most of all I missed the image of myself on screen, I hadn’t realised how much that vision was key to turning me on. I sighed, this was going to be more difficult than I thought.

As I was staring blankly at the equipment on my desk an idea popped into my head. I could still use the camera, I could still see myself on screen only instead of broadcasting, I could record it and then upload it later. Maybe take some photos too which would add to my profile and even attach a fee for people to download them. I’d heard about those sites where people put videos and had their members pay a monthly fee, it could be an ideal way of increasing my revenue, and an even better use of my time while I couldn’t broadcast. I had resisted this to begin with as I didn’t want any permanent evidence of me dressed like a girl online. But I looked so different I doubt anyone would recognise me even if they knew me.

With renewed enthusiasm, I set up the camera with a big preview on the screen. I adjusted the lighting so that it looked like a more natural setup rather than for camming. I placed the buttplugs, vibrator and lube in the bedside table draw and remade my bed and applied a bit of basic makeup. I didn’t want to look over dressed or made up, something more natural like I was waking up with morning wood and masturbating because I was so horny. Which in reality wasn’t too far from the truth.

I clicked record and got myself into bed. I feigned waking up and stretching, the covers pulling tight over my erection, I groaned as I pulled the covers to one side and idly slid my hand down my body. With my eyes still closed I circled my nipples drawing them out to their full length, I knew with the nightie I had on they would be visible to the camera. Before drawing my hand down to slowly grasp my cock through the silk fabric. I spread my legs making slow purring noises.

Gradually opening my eyes I used my free hand to rub them and yawn exaggerating a peaceful waking up. Looking down to my erection I now stroked and played with more energy, letting out light moans as I did so. The camera was set up right in front of the screen so any time I looked at myself I would effectively be looking down the lens. Talking to it I put on my best sultry voice and pined at how horny I was and how desperate I needed to cum.

A wet spot had already formed on the silk and it grew as I continued to stroke, I was transfixed by my image on screen and as I made purposeful movements to tease myself it played out as me doing them for the viewer in the camera. By now I was absolutely buzzing, I could feel my asshole twitching and I felt the need to dig out my jewelled plug. I slipped over to the bedside draw and opened it up, rather than picking out the metal plug I grasped all of the toys and lube bringing them to the bed.

I spread them out pondering which one to start with, I wasn’t so much playing to the camera as to wondering if I should jump right into the vibrator. I was already that turned on I couldn’t wait to try it. I resolved to begin with the middle sized plug, I knew I could take it without being uncomfortable and it would mean I could get to the vibe quicker.

I pulled my silk shorts to one side and applied some lube to my hole as well as the plug before bringing the two together. I gasped as the cold plug touched me, but only hesitated for a second as I pushed the tip inside. I inhaled sharply as it stretched me a little, however I had put so much lube on that there was very little resistance and it slid gradually inside. I welcomed the intrusion as I knew what pleasure awaited me as the widest section popped past my ring and it sucked into my hole.

I let out an uncontrollable moan, it was impossible for me to hide just how good it felt. I allowed myself a few moments to regain composure, my cock throbbing and leaking as it bobbed up and down with my pulse. I moved the elastic waist and freed my solid member, grasping it and gradually running my hand up and down. I was so wet my hand moved easily, my entire body felt like it was wired to the mains electricity. Reaching for the plug I tried to ease it out before pressing it back in.

After a few moments my ass had relaxed enough for me to get it beyond the ridge and I was now delighted by the sensation of it popping in and out. glancing at the screen I looked every bit as turned on and horny as I felt, I just wanted to feel more of everything. I wanted to take it as slow as possible, to draw out the video and give myself as much pleasure as I could. Without my usual audience dictating the pace I was going to make this a long one, but a big one.

For the next twenty minutes I gradually increased the length of the plug that I was moving in and out, it got to the point that it was moving freely and I even began to crave that original tightness that I had when I started. Realising that I could step up to the bigger plug I nervously withdrew the one in my ass. It wasn’t that much of a step and the way they were shaped I would be able to ease it in gradually, I was in no rush so I could spend all night if I wanted to.

Bit by bit I gently slid it in, the feeling of being stretched now maybe with a hint of discomfort, but I knew the pleasure that awaited me the deeper it went. My cock seemed to have a life of its own, jumping and spasming with each millimetre that I eased in. I was surprising myself at the pace that I was able to take it and before I knew it I had reached the widest part and it sucked itself in just as the smaller ones had.

As it entered me fully I cried out, the discomfort of being stretched was replaced with a fullness inside of me that I had never experienced before. it wasn’t big by any means but it was the largest thing I had put inside myself and I knew now that the vibrator would be no problem as it was slightly narrower than the widest part of this plug.

Once again giving myself some time to accommodate the anal invader I stroked my dick and played with my nipples, I had almost forgotten about the recording until the screen caught my eye and I beamed at the camera. I was so fucking turned on I had never felt like this before. as I slid my hand up and down my leaking pole I could feel my ass clench and squeeze the plug. Deep inside me I could sense it nudging my prostate and it felt absolutely divine.

Letting myself loose for a moment I pumped a little faster revelling in the sensations cascading over my body. I took in my image on screen, adjusted my position to show off the large plug in my backside, and the pool of precum soaking the silk shorts I still had on. I was hot, flustered and so turned on I had to use all my will power from pushing myself over the edge.

I slipped off my shorts and took up some different poses, with my ass up in the air, stroking my cock back between my legs in my favourite position. I loved the way my behind looked on screen, and my engorged member sticking out below seemed so out of place. I was now comfortable with the large plug inside me but I wanted more, I rolled over and spread my legs, reaching for the plug I pulled before letting it suck itself back in. it was hard to keep quiet as each time I pulled it out my body spasmed, yet as I pulled the next time I got the plug to its widest part on my ring and thrust it back in.

After a few repeated motions of the plug in and out I had completely forgotten about the camera or the filming, this felt too good to not chase the upmost sensations and like the plug before after a short while I was able to slide it effortlessly in and out. The whole time my body jolting and writhing on the brink of orgasm. I wanted to maintain it for as long as possible, it was like an illegal high that I never wanted to end.

Looking down at my engorged purple head, I don’t know why the next thought came into my head, but I recalled a previous show where I came over my face and how close I’d got to getting my tongue on my cock, and I wanted to see if I could better it. The thought of being able to lick or suck it seemed like an incredible one. I removed the plug to see if that would help with flexibility, I didn’t have the restrictive basque on that I had that time as well so I was in with a chance.

I lift my legs over my head and ease myself down onto my shoulders. The weight isn’t very comfortable but I know from my yoga stretches that you do it in stages moving a little each time you breath out. In no time I found the tip of my cock was no more and an inch from my outstretched tongue, a large drip of precum was tantalisingly close.

I lost track of how long I spent in this position, but each movement brought me a little closer to my goal and I couldn’t believe I was this close. With one hand pulling my ass down and the other behind my head, and out stretched tongue briefly flicked the head of my cock. I let out a whoop of joy before resetting the position and attempting to do it again, with another slow release of breath it eased down until my tongue was now in constant contact with my dick. it’s fair to say that nearly every guy has wished they could do this, and I could hardly believe I was able to.

I took a pause before resuming my tongue bath. It felt so weird to be doing this and although there was a little feedback from my cock, most of the sensation was from my tongue and the taste of precum direct from the tap. I couldn’t complain though, I felt so accomplished at being able to do this, but I also wanted more. Rolling my legs back a bit I was able to use the hand that was under my head to have a hand either side of my ass pulling down. I was now able to get a hand on my cock and stroke it a little as well as rub my now vacant hole which was crying out for attention.

I knew I wanted to cum in this position, the camera had a great angle of it and it would be sure to sell really well. But I also wanted to end on a high and all that I had left to do was to try the vibrator. Slowly I rolled out of my coiled position and moved the lube and the vibrator into an accessible place. Once again lifting my legs over my head I settled back down far quicker than I had done originally. After a few minutes I had matched the position from before although my cock had softened a little.

With all the effort it was taking to contort my body it was hardly surprising, however now I was all set and I applied a bit dollop of lube to my ass which was now pointing directly upwards. Grasping the vibrator I positioned it at my entrance and inhaled deeply, as I breathed out I applied pressure and the tip of it parted my ring and began to slide in. contrary to the plugs the widest part of the vibe was the tip so it was a little tricky to get my hole to stretched but gradually it gave in to the pressure.

My cock had now resumed full mast and with the weight I was applying my tongue had no trouble licking the head, although my lips were still some distance. As the seconds ticked by the vibe gradually made its way until it reached the mini helmet like ridge. A prolonged moan left my throat as it slid in stretching me like nothing before, with the widest part inside I was able to continue pushing as it probed my insides.

After a few inches I felt that familiar pressure within me, and I pushed in and out a little only to be rewarded with another large drop of precum directly onto my tongue from my cock. I had found my prostate and it was only a matter of time before I would blow my load. I re-arranged my legs so the weight was more evenly spread, my dick was no longer within reach of my tongue but it was close enough with a hand wrapped round it, I so desperately wanted to cum and I really relished the taste of what that might be like.

With everything set I stoked myself a few times allowing myself to revel in the sensations of having the vibrator in my ass and feeling so deliciously full. With both hands I reached round to switch the vibe on and braced a little not knowing what to expect. I twisted the cap all the way and it sprung into life, jumping to full power instantly. My mind exploded as the vibrator mashed into my prostate, my vision flashed and I roared in orgasm as wave after wave coursed through me. My cock pointing directly at my mouth jettisoned a massive load, lurching from the tip directly into my gaping mouth. Second, third, fourth and fifth shots fired following the first, I swallowed out of necessity, but it kept on coming. I lost count of the number of times I came. My consciousness fading.

Suddenly my world tuned black, and all the noise diminished until there was nothing, I was aware of my body twitching but I had no control, it felt like my eyes were closed but I knew they were open. Sounds began to flood my ears, the rushing of blood and the deep hum of the vibrator coming back into focus. As if there had been a tiny lull after my first orgasm my body was inundated with a second. Tensing up and I screamed out loud, a flash of light and my vision came back just in time to see my cock fire another spurt of cum at my face, followed by two more of diminishing size.

The weight of my legs was holding my body in place but I managed to tip the balance and I rolled to my side. The vibrator still on full speed was aggressively and repeatedly mashing my p-spot causing my whole body to spasm uncontrollably, I was experiencing an almost persistent dry orgasm. Between jots I wrestled the vibe from my ass, unceremoniously pulling it out and tossing it to the bed. With no new stimulation my body peaked from its crescendo and gradually came down.

Feeling occasional aftershocks as the climax subsided I was left in awe of the whole experience. I knew I was absolutely covered in cum, I could feel the warm sticky sweetness on my face, neck and chest. My ass was still buzzing and I felt an immense sense of pride that I’d managed to take it. Time passed as I lay there gathering my breath, my heart read descending from its near explosive rate, every now and again my body would twitch and my spent dick lurch. I had never known an orgasm to last so long but I was lapping it all up as it washed over me.

Regaining some strength in my arms I took to scooping up the cum from my face, looking at it on my fingers before sucking it off. The taste was much like yesterday, and I had no complaints, it was sweet and fruity, but there was so much of it. Without really thinking I gathered some more before licking my fingers clean.

I sat up feeling lightheaded. The room was spinning a little and I looked down at the messy bed and the still pulsing vibrator and laughed. I switched off the vibe and saw some more cum on my silk nightie, licking it directly from the fabric. It was only then that I realised the camera was still rolling and I’d just fed myself more cum than I had ever eaten before without it even being requested from the chat.

I smiled a contented smile and blew a kiss to the camera, before stopping the recording and taking stock of what had just happened. I never in my wildest dreams imagined that putting something in my ass would feel that amazing, I hadn’t even been touching my cock when I came, just the thought of it sent shivers down my spine, my mind still somewhat hazy with a post orgasm glow.

With shaky legs I walked to the bathroom to clean up, I was a complete mess. A thoroughly satisfied complete mess. I’d had some incredible orgasms over the last few weeks, but that was something else, otherworldly almost, I could still feel the low hum of that post climax buzz and it was intoxicating.

I peeled off my cum covered clothes, and stepped into the shower. My mind was fogged and I clumsily washed myself, my entire body felt hyper sensitive. Despite the hot water my nipples were hard and firm and each jet from the shower head tingled as it made contact with my skin.

My well spent cock hung limply and my freshly abused ass stung slightly as I rinsed off the copious amounts of lube. It was sore, but not that bad, I felt guilty and ashamed at what I had done, but it was impossible to deny how amazing it had felt, I didn’t have to question whether I would be doing it again, an involuntary twitch from my soft dick made that decision for me.

Having thoroughly cleaned myself and removed all my makeup I set about my usual post shower skincare routine, cleansers, toners, moisturisers. It all felt very therapeutic and relaxing not to mention it made my skin feel delicious, my face had a natural glow to it tonight and my contentment was hard to contain. I was fully aware of what I’d just recorded and if it looked half as good as it felt I knew it was money in the bank.

I stepped back into the main room and surveyed the mess, the smell of sex still hung in the air and the used buttplugs and vibrator ley strewn on the bed. I would need to clean all those too before I went to sleep, I gathered them up and placed them in the sink, thinking to myself that a quick rinse for now and I would do it properly in the morning. As I picked up the metal jewelled one I noted how cold it felt, the tingle from my slightly sore hole gave me the idea that perhaps it would feel quite soothing.

I ran it under the cold tap and applied it to my hole, gasping from the icy temperature before cooing at the relief, I pushed it in a little and was rewarded as it numbed the ache. I pulled it back and ran it under the tap again, this time I pushed it inside, there was much less resistance than when I usually did this and the cold metal felt so comforting as my ring closed round it.

A sigh of relief escaped my mouth and I decided that it felt better in than before so I might as well sleep with it, I doubted very much if my cock would be getting hard any time soon. I picked out a very comfortable silky soft set of nightwear, and tucked myself into bed, my body and mind suddenly feeling exhausted.

I hadn’t closed the curtains properly and I was woken with a bright beam of sunlight spilling into the room. Despite getting myself off on a truly biblical level the previous night the tent in my underwear let me know that I had fully recuperated in that department. I stretched feeling the soft fabric all over my smooth skin, it was a sensation I had grown accustomed to, and one I revelled in each time. The plug in my ass shifting slightly immediately making its presence known.

I reached for my phone, wanting to check if the internet was back up and I sank slightly as I realised it was still out. Perhaps it would come on later, in the meantime I had something hard and already leaking to sort out, but not wanting to waste another money making opportunity I moved over to the computer to set it up once again.

As I powered it up, last night’s video was still up on screen, a freeze frame of me dressed in lingerie, bent over, vibrator sticking out of my ass and a jet of cum firing directly from the tip of my cock into my wide open mouth. I mentally froze but my body surged in energy, my already hard cock throbbed, my erect nipples crinkled harder and my ring pulsed around the metal plug still inside me.

When I woke up I was a bit horny, now looking at this image it turbocharged my libido and I had an overwhelming urge to repeat last night’s events, I wanted to have that feeling of the vibrator pulsing on my prostate and the taste of cum splashing over my tongue. I blinked a few times before processing what to do, the realisation the vibrator was still in the sink and not really cleaned, and my ass, although not as sore as I expected probably wouldn’t appreciate being violated like that again.

I also felt like I was on a hair trigger, it wasn’t going to take much to push me over the edge. I could just set up the scene of me at the computer, they wouldn’t have to know I was masturbating to the video of myself. I fumbled with the camera, positioning the tripod and the lights, it was all very rushed but I had an urgency to get it set up, recording and to watch more of what was on screen.

I hit the record and got into position, and started the video. Watching myself back was a strange experience, it didn’t feel like me, yet with each action on screen I recalled the accompanying sensations. I was reliving how it felt to slide those new plugs inside me, how each one stretched my hole. Becoming aware that I was daydreaming again with a hand inside my tenting underwear I stripped off completely, I didn’t want to soak another outfit and I felt ready to burst.

I sat back down, now fully focused on the screen. I had never wanked to trans porn before, but the appeal dawned on me as I observed the feminine movements, the fit of the clothes, the makeup and hair. The hard cock didn’t seem so masculine and the delicately painted nails of the hand wrapped around it sliding up and down gave the impression that it was an extension of my own that this girl was pleasuring.

The awareness that I was making another video moved into the back of my consciousness as I became drawn deeper into the scenario playing in front of me. My hands idly stroking myself and teasing my nipples, my bottom resuming its familiar slow grind on the desk chair to manipulate the plug within me.

I knew how the scene played out on screen and how long it was going to be before the main event, but I was also aware that at this pace I was going to cum well before then, a sudden surge of energy and I had to force my hand to stop stroking before it was too late. I skipped through the video, resuming stroking for a while before pausing again.

It was a delicious game of cat and mouse I was playing with myself, driving right up the point of no return but stopping and advancing the film. The camera rolling had once again completely left my mind and I zeroed in on satisfying my needs above anything else. I couldn’t take the edging any more, I wanted a release and I skipped through to the best part.

Fixated by my image on screen, seeing my body flex as I eased the tip of my tongue to my own cock, the feedback of remembered sensations combining with my own stimulation. I willed my climax to match the one I knew that was imminent as it played out in front of my eyes. I slumped backwards into the chair and lifted my knees, I wasn’t going to be able to lick it like last night but I wanted to taste it in the same way, I wanted to relive my prostate sending me over the edge.

Removing my hand from my chest I found the end of the jewelled plug and rubbed, twisted, pulled and pushed. The heat began to rise as my counterpart on the monitor reached down to activate the vibrator, flashbacks filled my mind as I felt the energy surge, my ass twitching around the plug as my cock began to spurt, a dual moan sounding out from the computer and my own as the first jet splashed up my stomach and chest. Adjusting the angle the second shot fired right at my outstretched tongue and lips, briefly lapping some in before the next one came, bathing my face once again.

The video continued to play as I could see my semi-conscious body spasming in a second climax, my own orgasm still cascaded pulses of cum from my throbbing cock. With a still twitching dick I lifted my cum covered hand to my mouth, it tasted so good, the visions and sensations of last night still playing out. My mind a wash with pleasure, I licked my hand clean before scooping the rest from my stomach and chest.

It was at this point I remembered the camera I set up was still recording, I’d gotten so carried away again, so emersed in the desire and pursuit of orgasmic sensation. The burning want to get myself off, and the feeling of recalling what I’d done the night before were so overwhelming. I grinned like I had never done before, joy and satisfaction poured out of me as I signed off from the recording and clicked the power button.

I sat back in the chair, the video still playing on screen, as I witnessed the same post orgasmic jolts in person as on the monitor. If these two recordings had the same effect on my fans as they did on me, I was on to a sure fire revenue booster. But I would have to wait until I was in the right frame of mind before I even attempted to edit them, between the aftershocks of climax I reasoned both videos were too long and multiple shorter videos would probably work better. And if they are successful I should get some extra cameras and always record different angle to add to my profile.

Recovered a little, and in no way as exhausted to the extent of the previous night, I quickly washed in the shower and removed the plug. I wanted to use this positivity and go for a run and there was no way I could do that with that thing in there. A few pre jog stretches and I was out the door, down the street and into the sunshine with bounds of energy. I enjoyed saying hi to the regulars, even briefly waving to Marc the physio as we passed on our routes. I couldn’t help but check over my shoulder after a few paces and sure enough he’d stopped and was staring, I laughed as I carried on knowing that he was gawping at me and rejoicing in the power I seemed to have when dressed like this.

When I returned home, I eased into some light yoga to avoid the muscle aches the next day, freshened myself up and dressed in something comfortable. I made a bite to eat and sat down to edit the two videos into something presentable. With all my energy spent it was much easier to keep control of myself, even though my well tucked dick strained periodically against my jeans, and I could feel a little precum leaking out, I was able to get through them in a few hours.

The internet was still out and there was no word from the provider, so it gave me time to draw up something of a plan. Given that with the right makeup and clothes on I doubted anyone would recognise me, I decided to set up social media profiles on in all the usual places, where I could put some photos and the less explicit clips to draw more people in. obviously that would have to wait till the internet was back up, but it wouldn’t take long if all I had to do was copy and paste the information and add the content.

With two amazing videos in the bag, edited down to multiple clips and gifs I just needed the still shots. I laid out all my favourite outfits, and set about applying matching makeup for each one. A series of photos in progressively fewer items of clothing, striking the kind of poses which caused me to harden looking at the images back on screen I knew I was on the right path.

Each set of lingerie getting more revealing and sluttier than the last, with the shoes added for extra points. I toyed with the vibrator but did not dare put it in as I still felt a little tender all be it, much less than I expected it to be. My favourite jewelled plug however made frequent appearances, and I even managed to take some of the new ones as well. Of course the natural by-product of that was my now permanently hard cock, leaking a copious amount of precum.

I was able to get some amazing closeups of strings hanging from my cock to my fingers and then my outstretched tongue, without the pressure to lick my own dick I had managed a few times to get quite a lot of tongue to it, and was rewarded with a fresh, from the tap drip of precum. The taste was now something I didn’t mind at all, even looking forward to its fruity tanginess, although I still preferred my actual cum. Its taste had developed into something I almost craved, like the ultimate reward for self-pleasure and it made me tingle just thinking about it.

Naturally, spending several hours going from outfit to outfit, looking at my image on screen and playing with myself lead to a persistent and solid erection that needed to be dealt with. By now I had worked up to the larger of the but plugs and while there was still the slightest bit of discomfort, the need to play with that sensitive spot inside me started to become more persuasive.

I set the camera to take a photo every 10 seconds or so, and got myself in position. Once I had the vibrator in my hand and had applied some lube I lasted all of about thirty seconds before posing to the camera went out the window and I started chasing that big O. the second the bulbus head of the vibe slipped passed my entrance I was transported to another world. Whatever happened, I knew this was something I would struggle to give up, I had an internal itch that could never be scratched any other way.

With much more control and patients I adjusted the control and managed to get it started on a nice low buzz. I could feel the vibrations emanating from inside me, a little movement in and out, searching for that perfect spot. The previous night I had barely had a chance to do anything before I was blindsided by that incredible prostate orgasm, tonight however I was able to experiment with sliding it in and out, different depths and angles, all of which rewarded me with jolts and bursts of pleasure.

I had no need to stroke my cock for stimulation, between my left hand pinching and rubbing my nipples and the vibe sliding in and out slowly but purposefully I could feel the low build of pressure in my balls. I wanted to turn more attention to the vibrator but I loved so much playing with my chest, I recalled the nipple pumps and wondered if they could substitute my fingers. Removing the vibrator I searched for them and hastily read the instructions, it didn’t take long before they were attached and I applied an increasing amount of suction. I could feel them being pulled up, the same pinching sensation flooded my chest and I gasped as I neared half way, it felt incredible and exactly what I’d been looking for.

I clambered back onto the bed and tucked the suction cups into my bra, they stood out like exaggerated nipples but the feeling was indescribable. This time when I positioned the vibrator back at my hole, it slid in with no discomfort at all and very little resistance, I purred at the combined sensations of the nipple stimulation and the vibe now buzzing away in my ass.

I was able to shift positions more freely and continued to explore positions that extenuated the pleasure, after a few minutes a little more suction was applied to the cups, increasing the feedback to my nipples and chest. Eventually I settled on my knees with my bottom up in the air and my head down, the weight of the suction cups and the occasional graze against the bedding was sending shocks of pleasure throughout me.

With both hands free I was able to slide the vibrator in and out almost its entire length while simultaneously strokeing my cock in sync with the motions in my ass. I had mastered the controls and had been progressively cranking up the intensity of vibration, it was now on a setting that pulsed full power on and off, and I timed each buzz with each thrust. Pushing it deeper each time and with each thrust it slid over my p-spot and I was unable to hold back my moans of ecstasy.

Last night had be an instant and spontaneous high, right now I was riding a wave that was building slowly but surely, and the journey was the best part. I might have meant to take it easy when I started, but as the wave grew higher my lunges became harder. Each thrust going deeper and faster, met by my hips pushing back to meet the stroke. I wanted more and more, my hand pumping furiously, I arched my back so as to rub my chest on the sheets and was rewarded with a thunderbolt of pleasure.

My wet slippery hand held in place as my hips thrust my cock into it, the back and forth motion fucking the vibrator in and out of my well lubed hole. It was once again all combing to put me to that beautiful place, that extreme goal of euphoria and I wanted nothing more. I howled out loud as my body tensed, my dick swelled and my hole tightened, the first load exploded like a geyser, I rolled to my side so as to not cover the bed, continuing to pump as the second shot bellowed out over my lingerie clad body. The following loads oozed out, my mornings escapades clearly taking their toll.

I happily brought each gooey droplet to my mouth, savouring the taste and not wasting a drop, cleaning every ounce that I had spilled. The ripples of orgasm still flowing through me, I switched off the vibrator, but each movement from it brought another little trickle of cum to the head of my cock. Eventually I pulled it free and I felt a strange sense of emptiness, I couldn’t believe how good it had felt, or how satisfied it had made me.

I lay there for a while before the clicking of the camera shutter brought me back, I looked at the time and was shocked to see how late it was. Checking my phone I could see the full internet service had resumed, but although this was the time I would usually start my show, there was no way I would be able to perform again after that.

I quickly cleaned up, but resolved to at least put the clips and videos up. I briefly joined my chat to explain what had happened and apologised for not being able to do the shows. But added that there were now plenty of never before seen videos that they could watch, and soon to be added photos for their pleasure.

I set up Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat and WhatsApp profiles, all of which required paid access, I configured an Onlyfans page with all of the videos I had edited and a big bunch of photos. After a few hours I had the beginnings of a small empire and if just a fraction of my usual streaming fan base subscribed and downloaded the content, it was very possible that I wouldn’t be losing out from the lack of live shows this last two days, and I could bring this back on track.

As I lay in bed and contemplated the last 48 hours, I struggled to accept the journey I had been on, I felt like there had been a seismic shift in how I saw all this, an acceptance that actually this wasn’t such a bad way of life, I was however slightly distracted by my nipples, which although no longer in their suction cups had refused to relax since I released them. They were persistently hard and so incredibly sensitive to the touch. I’d applied soothing creams, of every kind even ice but nothing seemed to work, I just hoped that the soft fabric of my nightgown wouldn’t irritate them as I slept, and I fell asleep wondering if my recent additions online would pay off.

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