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Your breath hitched in your throat, the quiet, repeated pings of the chat window sounding like gunshots in the sudden silence of the room.
Wait, why’d they stop?
Is the stream frozen for anyone else?
Did anyone else hear a door?
Your eyes stared past the computer at your girlfriend, stood in the doorframe, mouth agape and eyes wide. Suddenly your brain switched into full gear and you scrambled to cover up, taking full stock of the situation. You were streaming yourself in a tight thong and choker, with a buttplug in, deepthroating a dildo for thousands of people, and your girlfriend had entered through the door you had forgotten to lock. You cursed your overeagerness to stream for these total strangers, despite doing it for years. Only one thought echoed through your head.
“She knows”
Oh my god did someone walk in??
Wait, does anyone know who they live with?
Oh.. my.. God!
“No.” The silence in the room was broken with one word, spoken in a dark, throaty tone, only muffled by the mask she wore. Her voice was one you had never heard from your girlfriend before.
Wait there is someone in the room with them!
Was that a girl?!
Is this like a bit or did he actually get caught??
“Babe I…” Your stammering words died in your throat as she raised her hand, staring straight into your eyes with an intensity that would have scared god himself. Finding yourself pinned under that stare you could do nothing but straighten up, fully ready for the tirade of yelling, accusations and tears that would no doubt come. You certainly wouldn’t blame her, your borderline addiction for exposing yourself on the internet for strangers was a dark secret you kept hidden away from everyone you knew, even your closest friends who you knew would never judge you for anything. She took a few steps towards you, just out of sight of the camera, within an arm's length and you braced yourself.
What the hell is happening?
What’s she gonna do??
Nah this was definitely planned. Cool idea though!
You looked down into your girlfriend's eyes, hoping to see some glint of at least pity, when she did something you could never have expected.
“Kneel.” She whispered firmly.
“B..”
“Kneel!” She commanded you, her sudden loudness in the still room making it clear you had no room for argument. You took a step back and did as she commanded you, sinking down onto your knees, instinct kicking in and causing you to part your knees, place your hands behind your back and present yourself to her. This made her eyes shine with excitement, a sudden hunger appearing in them that scared and excited you in equal measure.
“Seems like you have some surprises for me hm?” Her smile was predatory, like a shark that just met its prey for the day, and you could feel your once diminished arousal rocket back up to full.
Suddenly, she stepped into the frame of the camera and turned to face it.
“Well” She crooned, addressing your audience “Quite a few of you seem confused, and it seems he” here she placed her boot on your thigh “is far too preoccupied to answer your questions, so allow me.”
Okay good because I’m so lost!
Those boots are so hot! I need to find a pair..
Fuck. My bi ass is going wild over here!
She addressed you first.
“You, kiss my boots as an apology. Your punishment will come, but for now I need to have a chat with your… friends.” You nodded dumbly, unable to speak with the mixture of embarrassment, shock and arousal coursing through your veins like adrenaline, and began to kiss the boot she had rested on your leg.
“Now, all of you, let me explain my day. My work finished early, and because my loving partner here had left a hoodie at my house, I decided I would make an evening of it and come visit him, believing that they, like all Thursdays, were spending time with friends. Instead I arrive to find a house empty of anyone, bar my sweetheart whoring themselves out on the internet like some common slut. Does that seem fair to any of you?”
Not really no..
I mean technically they have been hanging out with friends….
You really think they consider us friends? Parasocial much lol
Your face was burning in shame as she spoke, you knew her words were only truthful, and yet you couldn’t stop your body from heating up as she degraded you in front of thousands of people. As you cleaned her boot with your tongue you started slipping deeper into your own mind, thoughts twisting around each other and insecurity mounting until..
“You!” her sharp voice brought you out of your reflection and back into the real world, where you realised she was holding a paddle. Your eyes widened as you realised what was happening.
“As I was saying” she spoke to you in a tone as hard and cold as steel “I think twenty should be more than enough to set you straight, don’t you?” She didn’t wait for you to answer before patting the bed in a motion clearly ordering you to present yourself for the camera. You stood, and were immediately met with her hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you back down.
“Now now, good puppies don’t walk, they crawl.” Lowering your head in embarrassment, not sure if your face could burn any brighter or you could get any more horny, you complied with her demands, crawling to the bed and climbing onto it, your backside pointed at the camera.
From here you couldn’t see her actions, but you sure as hell felt the first stinging blow. Mercifully, she began with her hand, landing an expertly placed blow, and trailing her hand down the centre of your thong to tease the buttplug still buried deep inside you. Reflexively you let out a shaky count of one, and heard a short, mocking laugh behind you.
“Well well, seems like one very well trained puppy to me, ladies and gentlemen.” You tried to bury your face into the bedsheets in shame, but you felt her hands tangle into your hair and pull you back up and another blow be delivered to your rear end.
When you had reached a count of ten, your ass beginning to sting slightly, you heard a dark laugh behind you and suddenly, you felt the much more firm slap of the paddle against your stinging behind, making you yelp and the chat go wild. A more brutal assault began, leaving your ass sore and tears stinging at the corners of your eyes, yet still you kept your head up and counted each blow almost reverently, a crescendo of pain and pleasure rising inside of you, until eventually the blows, the buttplug and your girlfriend’s mocking voice blurred together into a tornado of ecstasy and, upon receiving the final blow and whimpering out a count of 20, an orgasm hit you like a tidal wave blurring the world with its force.
You were dimly aware of your girlfriend speaking, and the soft beep of the stream ending. Suddenly, soft hands cupped your face and your sight was filled with the concerned face of your girlfriend.
“Babe? Babe, I need you to come back to me, yeah? I’m gonna put some cream on your butt and then we’ll get you cleaned up and in bed. In the morning we’ll have to talk, but tonight I want you to sleep.” You nodded and shut your eyes, sleep did sound nice.