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The Wreckoning Chapter 3: First Show
🕑 Added 2020-01-28 21:20:12 +0000 UTCIt is almost 9pm and I had followed my texted instructions to the letter. My nails were clipped and filed smooth as they would be for the entire rest of the year according to my orders. My laptop was on a small end table, it’s webcam facing the bed. And I am on the bed with the dildo and lubricant beside me. The silicone toy was a modest one, 5 and half inches or so and fairly slender, a bit smaller than Dylan and not quite as big as my own vibrator.
I was in the leather mask and nothing else. It had been a pain to pull down the zipper without catching my long hair but now that it was on I am surprised by how well it fit, perfectly sized for my head and snug around the neck but not choking me.
Even now I kept thinking that all of this couldn’t be real and yet this reality just kept spooling out before me. I had to find a way out of this but tonight my mind was drawing a blank and I had run out of time. The bitch would get this day out of me but I would find a way to escape by tomorrow night.
I sit on the edge of the bed with my eyes glued to the time on my computer. The instructions said to call at 9 and I didn’t want to be a minute early or late. I wasn’t sure just how strictly Robyn expected me to follow her orders and I wasn’t about to take any chances. God, this whole thing was so weird.
My fingers fidget up and down my bare thighs. It takes all of my years of breathing exercises to steady my uneven shallow breaths. I take a long breath in, hold it a moment, then slowly let it out. The calendar said 10 minutes. Easy. I could do anything for 10 minutes.
I look over toward the the full length mirror I kept in the corner of the room. I see my petite trim body looking as good as ever. At 24 I was just at the cusp of hitting my prime years. I was a lean mean yoga machine. I was slender with just enough muscle to give my body a lovely toned definition. My proportions were perfect. My flawless silky smooth skin shone with a healthy vibrancy that spoke to my clean lifestyle. My tiny A cup tits seemed to defy gravity, my muff was well trimmed, and my pretty pink pussy was the cute little bow that tied it all together. I had a cute face to match the rest of me but this was covered. It looked weird seeing my familiar body beneath the blank leather mask, only my blue eyes and plump lips showing through. It stripped my identity from me, as if all I am was my body. A cute sex toy. I had to admit it was hellaciously kinky. This was something I’d have to try with Dylan when he got back.
I pose for myself, tilting and twisting my body this way and that to see what looked good. It all looked good. Robyn might have had all the power right now but some petty rebellious part of me felt good knowing that she could never have a body like this. The dumpy plain woman had neither the natural gifts nor the discipline.
I refocus on the computer and continue to wait. Now that it was so close I just wanted to get this over with.
I sit comfortably and fully exposed, not crossing my legs or slyly trying to hide my breasts with my arms. Besides the fact I was being forced to do it, the actual nudity didn’t bother me. I had always been confident about my body and, to be honest, I loved it when people looked at me. I had done some boudoir photos for Dylan a few times already and it was not uncommon for the pair of us to make private home movies of our playtime. Having eyes or a camera lens on my naked body just felt…sexy. Even now, with all that was happening and with nobody yet watching, seeing that tiny dot of a lens pointed my way was mildly arousing. Dylan often teased me that I missed my true calling as a porn actress.
One minute to go. Almost show time. I gather myself, make a little adjustment to my mask, and sit up straight like an attentive student. Leaning forward I click on the video call button the moment the time ticks over to 9 pm.
It rings once…twice…three times and I begin to get nervous. Was something wrong!? Mercifully she answers on the fourth ring.
Her pudgy face fills the screen. She was wearing glasses now, this was new. They actually suited her, brought some character to her features.
“Well! Little Miss Perfect, right on time.” She says. “Look at you. All ready to go.”
“As if I had a choice.” I mutter.
“You know what you need to do?” She asks.
I roll my eyes. I grab the dildo and hold it up. “D1.” With my other hand I pat my pussy. “P.” I then point at my wrist as if I was wearing a watch. “10 minutes. You want me to play with this for 10 minutes in my…pussy.”
“Clever girl!” She says as if I was an obedient puppy. “Very good. I thought you’d put up more of a fight.”
“Can we just get going?” I respond. “God you’re such a weirdo. You’re a real freak, you know that?”
She laughs. “Says the person in the Gimp mask.”
“Can we just get this over with?” I say dejected. “Please.”
“Such an eager little thing.” She leans back and settles into her chair, she takes a cup of tea or cocoa and holds it in both hands. Robyn had on a comfy looking robe ready and settled for her live entertainment, and I was the dancing monkey. All I could see behind her was a bare white wall. “First I want you do something.”
“Yes, fine.”
“Just…I want you to put it in and hold it inside. I just want you to stand there for minute.” She says. “Your 10 minutes will start then.”
I scoff and shake my head at the odd request. She was so WEIRD! I pick up dildo and pause just a moment, hoping beyond hope that this would be the moment Robyn told me it was a bluff. I resign myself to what I must do. I squeeze a bit of clear cool lube onto the tip of the dick then smear it all up and down the shaft. The lubricant was necessary. While having the camera on me and having an audience was shamefully exciting I was far from aroused. Generally I was well warmed up by the time actual penetration would happen.
Stepping off the foot of the bed I face my audience dildo in hand. I reach down and find the right angle then press the toy in right to the fake balls. “Mmf.” I grunt despite myself. The noise pissed me off as I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of reacting to it. The cock was cold and dead and I wasn’t ready for it, it was terrible. I pull it as deep as it could go then tighten up my kegel muscles. I spread my legs, stand tall, and place both hand on the top of my head. I stare at the wall behind the laptop feeling absolutely ridiculous. Despite the lube the toy stays firmly and effortlessly nestled in my tight pussy.
“Ooo, very good.” Robyn says.
I bite my tongue and continue to stare at the wall as the seconds tick by.
After the minute she says. “Okay, that’s good. 9 more minutes now. Back on the bed, legs wide, fuck yourself with it.”
“Yep.” I snip.
Backing up I sit back down on the mattress. Holding the toy in place I scooch back a few feet and spread my legs for the camera. I feel a flush come to my cheeks. The dehumanizing mask, the watchful eyes of my audience, my total nudity, and my legs spread putting my most private area on full display, my exhibitionist itch had never been scratched quite like this before. The non-consensual element to it all only made it naughtier. I hated the fact that some twisted part of me actually liked this.
I remind myself that I was being blackmailed by my greatest enemy and those rousing feelings are soon quelled. I prop myself up on one elbow and stare defiantly at the face in the screen. Committed to showing no reaction whatsoever I reach down and start working the dildo in and out of my pussy with slow even strokes. I go through the motions as I must but I do so silently and mechanically. The only part of my body moving was my forearm and wrist. I was determined to give the worst possible performance.
If Robyn is disappointed by my corpse like display she doesn’t show it. From the comfort of her home she watches quietly and with great interest, taking a sip from her handmade clay mug every so often.
I continue my passionless plunging of the little toy in and out and do my best to keep my husband firmly in mind. I was doing this for him even more than me. After a while the lube starts to dry and get tacky. I adjust as I must and continue on with the slow steady robotic pace. The minutes drag on like hours.
Just as I begin to think Robyn was fucking with me I hear a beeping. She reaches off screen and turns off the timer.
“Thank you.” She says cordially. “See you tomorrow.”
And just like that the call ends. I lay there a moment stunned by the abruptness of it. I angrily pull the toy out of me and slam it down beside me.
“BITCH!” I yell at the blank screen.
