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It started out innocently enough, chatting and flirting online. Playing online games together. Then came a huge financial crisis where I worked and we were given 30 days to finish up the projects the best we could, with wild hopes that some bridge financing would come through or a miracle. There was no miracle, my lucrative job was gone, my online guy suggested I try being a cam girl. A lot of research later, I had decided this sounded like it might fit me perfectly. We started playing over web cameras. Already being a streamer he had a vastly superior setup and suggested we pool resources and I move in. Crazy talk! The lease on my apartment was ending pretty soon anyway and with no income I wouldn’t be able to afford it for long. I packed up my belongings, sold everything I didn’t need and got on a plane. Waiting at the small airport to be picked by a guy, who if I was being honest, I had really only known for 6 months, might not have been the brightest idea in hindsight. It’s okay though because I have lots of time to rethink all my choices through in my head.
In that last month before my job ended, we had started playing more and more master/slave games. The stress at work had really been getting to me and I needed that sweet release and freedom that being totally submissive brought me. It started with little things like always calling him Master or Sir, learning to always have my jeweled butt plug in and snapping him photos of my pierced tits at work. It quickly escalated to getting my clit hood pierced, answering the video chats at home naked ığdır escort and kneeling in submission. Over the internet controlled toys showed up at my door. Eager to please my master, the only good thing in my life it seemed, I happily shoved them in my holes. He had thought it through thoroughly. My pussy and ass were never empty. There were enough toys to stay stuffed and charged 24/7. He got great amusement out of turning them on when he knew I was in a work meeting. There was a remote speaker and mic unit as well so he was always listening. With all the chaos at work, it didn’t feel invasive, it felt like my master cared enough about me and loved me so much that he wanted to support me. He would whisper words of encouragement and help keep me calm and focused when he wasn’t keeping me wet and ready for him.
So there I stood, pussy and ass stuffed, all my worldly belongings in one medium suitcase and one carryon bag. The tiny earbuds I’d grown accustomed to, notified me that he was about to pull up in front of me in his classic light ivory Karmann Ghia. There is something about the curves of that car. Mmmmmm. Being the gentleman Master is, he got out, offered to put my things in the trunk and came back around for a hug. Finally being in his arms, safe and secure from the madness I left on the other coast I relaxed. From his jacket pocket he proffered a gift. Inside was a solid metal ring collar inscribed with a single word – slave. As I looked at it in awe, he smoothly picked it up and locked it around my neck. And with that we ığdır escort bayan were off.
Master was very good to me. I was still in shock over everything that had happened and so thankful to have a safe place to harbor while I rebuilt my life. He helped me set up accounts and schedules. Took me shopping for lingerie, toys and anything else I needed to be successful at being a cam girl. He also got all my jewelry replaced with solid rings so they could never be removed. Much like the collar on that first day.
We settled into a routine as I established a steady clientele and began generating a decent income again. A year later we moved into a bigger place. Being totally submissive at this point, when he said he would pick the place and manage the move, I was more relieved than anything. I loved all the attention I was getting online and was camming 10 or more hours a day. Plus Master had started me lactating. He figured I’d make a pretty little hucow.
Moving day arrived. Master dropped me off at the spa while the movers did everything. By the time he picked me up, I was feeling royally pampered and loved. It was a bit of a drive out to the new place but we finally went up a long wooded winding drive to an adorable farm house out in the country. “This is ours?” I asked. “I paid cash with your earnings” he replied as he came round and opened the car door for me. He took my leash and helped me out. My, now huge milky, tits begging for release. He caressed them slowly. My nipple started to leak. Soon, little hucow, escort ığdır soon. We headed towards the front porch. Everything looked perfect inside. I couldn’t wait. He stopped. Little Hucow, I have a surprise for you. If you want it, you need to disrobe and put on the blindfold. He had been so thoughtful pampering me all day, taking care of every detail so I never got stressed. I immediately complied. He picked me up in his arms and carried me over the threshold, across the room and up some stairs. He put me down and took off my blindfold. The view from the huge west facing window was amazing. I love it, I exclaimed. And then gently he guided me into a milking device.
Again, I was so grateful for the view and to release all that milk I failed to notice how each cuff clicked shut. Like a final pin falling into place never to come out. I heard furniture shifting behind me. I tried to turn my head to see what he was doing. I felt it first. Two independent fucking machines pushing huge vibes inside me. He attached another vibe to my clit piercing. And then rolled the screen into view for me. I was streaming. There were cameras on my face, tits, clit, ass hole, pussy, belly, and wide angles from both sides. My updated profile announced I would be available 24/7 for playtime. My milking times were posted with prices for bottled milk. As were my regular feeding times. I looked up as he for forcefully maneuvered a cock into my mouth. Don’t worry, he said. You’ll get used it. The cum shakes it provides have all the nutrients you need. I designed it to let you gag and suffocate within an inch of your life but no further.
The view is still lovely, I never tire of the sunsetting over the lake. My tits are huge and produce so much milk now. Master still comes and plays with me sometimes. He tells me a very good cash hucow. MOOOO!
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