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“Our next guest’s newest album, Toys, has been sitting at the top of the charts for four straight months. Everybody please give it up for Hannah! Blaise!”
Hannah aimed a great big celebrity smile at her webcam. If this interview were happening before everything shut down, she would be strolling onto the stage to the sound of the audience cheering. As things stood, all she had to do was smile as if that were happening, while the audience of zoomed in screens set up where actual people used to sit made as much noise as they could in their own homes.
This COVID-made era of talk show zoom interviews was a bit of a mixed bag. Hannah missed having an audience to play off of and react to, and it was a hell of a lot harder to build an entertaining rapport with the host over video-chat than it was in person. On the other hand, there was no need to waste spend time traveling. It was so much more convenient to just set up an interview on your computer an hour in advance.
And best of all, Hannah could keep her favorite boy toy close by this way.
He was sitting at her side right then. On the floor, naked, and out of the camera’s sight. No one on the other end had any idea he was there. If Hannah did choose to pull him up or point the camera down for some insane reason, every single one of this particular morning talk show’s audience would see a young man with a zipped-up leather hood over his face, a nice thick collar at his neck, and a shiny metal cock cage locked on between his legs.
And if poor little Garret turned around with the camera on him, they would also see his hands bunched up in those leather mittens that kept his fingers from doing anything naughty. Not to mention the leather cuffs keeping his ankles and knees from wandering around.
The thought made Hannah’s smile a little more real. She tapped her fingers on her boy toy’s leather clad head, enjoying the tap tap tapping sounds that were too low for her computer’s mic to pick up.
“So Hannah!” exclaimed Claire Chase, the host. The “Pretend To Hear Audience Cheers” section of the interview was over. “This is usually the part of the show where I make some joke or clever comment about what you’re plugging—” Hannah thought of what else she was plugging at the moment and had to stifle a snort, “—but for today… well, that’s not really an option today. This is network TV. We’re airing at ten in the morning.”
Now Hannah did laugh out loud. Half of it was real laughter too, not just interview-laughter. She liked Claire. “Yeah, I had to double-check to make sure I heard right when I got the call about this interview. And that was after my agent triple-checked to make sure he had the right show.”
Claire, who was actually present on her show’s stage, settled into her chair. She leaned in on the armrest the way she liked to. “We’ve had you on before, obviously. But when I suggested bringing you on for this release, I was kind of just seeing how much I could get away with. I didn’t think the executives would say yes.”
“Well, I’m glad they did because I love coming on your show. So there.”
It was hard not to, honestly. In Hannah’s opinion Claire was one of the better interviewers in the talk show circuit. Plus… Hannah had no plans to say it out loud, but she couldn’t deny to herself that she had a liiittle bit of a crush on the host.
Claire Chase had been one of the celebrities that helped Hannah realize she didn’t have to limit herself to men. She was about twenty years older than Hannah, with a full figure luxurious long black hair Hannah couldn’t always tear her eyes from. Today she was wearing a voluminous sleeved green dress that wasn’t as form-fitting as Hannah had hoped it would be.
Oh, the things Hannah would do if she had half the chance…
She gripped the crown of Garret’s head. Her boy toy mumbled a little but kept quiet. He didn’t know what was happening, had no idea he was just a couple of feet away from being seen by millions. This was a normal day as far as he was concerned. Not only did the hood’s detachable blindfold keep him from seeing anything, but there were special earbuds fitted in. They made the damn thing on him a bit of a pain, but it totally worth it. This wasn’t the first time he’d worn it any more than it was the first time Hannah had been a guest on Claire Chase!, but it was the first time she was keeping him at her side for a live interview.
“But come on, Claire. The album isn’t that bad. Most of the it is inspired by stuff I did as a kid. You know. Literal toys I played with, the stuff I used to do with friends and after school, that sort of thing.”
“That’s actually what I find interesting about it,” Claire crossed her legs, revealing the black high heeled boots she wore to make up for her short height. She had a habit of doing that when she was done transitioning from introductions to the actual conversation. It was eye-catching. “Most of the songs are very personal, but not too personal. It’s like, instead of telling the audience about your love life, you’re telling us about the things you do in your free time. Except for that one song.”
“Yeah,” Hannah smirked, her hand idly tapping away at her muse’s leather covered head. “That one song.”
The interview continued in that vein. Claire asked a few more questions about the album ("Oh, you know, you can never be completely sure where an idea came from."), how she was dealing with the pandemic (Honestly it hit at a pretty perfect time for me. I had just started this whole project when the restrictions started setting in."), and any plans she had for the near future with everything shut down ("I've been giving some thought to trying some acting again. Believe it or not, I've been approached a couple of times.)
Hannah enjoyed herself. TV interviews were another kind of performance, really. And Hannah loved performing. Quarantine restrictions the world over kept her from having concerts, and other opportunities didn’t come as often as she wished they would. But she could still do this.
And she could have some fun on the side too.
It was a good thing Hannah had finally taken a personal pet of her own a few months before everything went to hell. She had spent the long months of quarantine alternating between making that new album and acclimatizing Garret to his new life as the private property of Hannah Blaise. Her boy toy and muse knew how to pleasure her now, how to behave, and how to make himself look his best for her.
Most importantly for the interview, he knew that he was to stay silent when his mouth was zipped up. There was a ring gag underneath the hood, but there was a difference between not being able to talk and knowing to keep perfectly quiet. Hannah could play with her nineteen-year-old slut boy right off-camera without him making a peep.
So that’s exactly what Hannah did. When Claire questioned her about “that one song,” she activated the butt plug lodged firmly inside him. The little grunt he made in response to the sudden vibrations was the most noise he made during the whole interview. He didn’t moan when she pressed his hooded head up against her leg and pet him, didn’t whine when she nudged his locked-up cock with her own ankle-booted feet. He was a perfectly behaved little sexpet the whole time.
He was going to get a reward for being so good later. Hannah let him have his fun and pleasure from time to time. It helped him remember how much better his life was in her care than out of it. The little diva’s last temper tantrum had been a month or so ago, but Hannah still caught him grimacing when he should be grateful sometimes.
Engaging in the interview without giving away what she was doing on her side of the screen was certainly a balancing act, but Hannah managed. She never saw any hint that Claire suspected anything strange and never heard enough noise from her slave to worry about that changing.
And soon enough, the interview came to an end.
“Alright everybody. Toys is available for download, streaming, and purchase just about everywhere you can get your music. Hannah, thank you so much for being here.”
Hannah gave another celebrity smile with a jaunty wave, and then Claire Chase wasn’t paying her any mind. The big screen Hannah had been on in the show was no doubt showing a graphic instead of her face. And when they broke for commercial, Hannah turned her video chat off. That was another benefit to video interviews, there was no need to spend extra time backstage having your mic taken off or any of the other little things one needed to take care of before leaving. Hannah’s agent would handle the video interview equivalent to all that. Now Hannah had the rest of the day to herself.
She shut off the lap top, then flipped the screen down for good measure.
A whole day to play with her all-time favorite toy.
Hannah turned off the noise and music in Garret’s earbuds. “Someone was a very good boy today,” she said. Her slave’s head perked up a little. He didn’t like to be made deaf.
“Do you have any idea what was just going on, sweetie? Huh? Do you know what I was doing just now?”
Garret shook his head. Hannah chuckled and maneuvered him into position between her legs. Knowing what was expected of him, Garret leaned forward far enough for Hannah to unzip his mouth, revealing the ring gag trapped beneath it. Hannah hiked up the skirt she was wearing. She didn’t want anything to obstruct her view of the slut boy as he did his work.
After months of training, Hannah’s boy toy knew exactly what to do to make her gasp and moan. His now-expert tongue pushed its way in just the way Hannah liked it. Even the feel of the zipper pressing into her folds added to the experience. Hannah was making those gasps and moans within seconds. Sher gripped Garret’s still hooded head and pulled him even deeper in. She found herself pushing herself to, riding her slave’s face as he made her happy.
There was no quick explosion. Hannah liked to take her time. Her slave-muse knew she liked to take her time. The two of them paced themselves as Garret worked his magic on his owner. It was when she reached a high point that Hannah knew she had to make her move.
Hannah pulled the blindfold off her slave’s head, revealing his big brown eyes.
Oh damn.
It had been the better part of a year since Hannah had first taken her very own personal slut toy, and she loved the sight of his eyes staring up at her with awe and fear just as hot now as she did then. He cringed back a little at the now-familiar sight of Hannah’s excitement at seeing him exposed in front of her. But he didn’t stop. He knew better.
“I bet you think I was just working on my computer, don’t you?” Garret’s eyes flicked back and forth from Hannah’s face to her waist. He was trying to concentrate.
“Or maybe you thought I was having a meeting with my agent, or your pals from my ‘sponsors' who were nice enough to bring you to me.” Garret whimpered at the mention of the men who kidnapped him from that concert.
“But no, I was on TV.”
Garret stopped. His tongue froze in Hannah’s sex, his vulnerable eyes staring straight ahead. Frozen.
“Did I say you could stop, slut?”
The young man jolted a bit. He took another timid glance up, then got back to work. Hannah smiled and let out a happy sigh.
“I was on Claire Chase’s show. A video interview. We have to do that now, because of that virus I told you about. I was live on TV in front of millions of people, and you were juuuust out of frame.”
A long, plaintive whine escaped him.
“And you were such a good boy, weren’t you? You didn’t make a sound! Not a peep! You just sat next to me like a good little boy toy, nice and quiet like I taught you.”
His tongue was erratic now. Instead of the well-practiced routine Garret had gotten used to, he was all over the place. That somehow made it even better for Hannah, and it didn’t take much longer for things to come to a head.
“Oh yes,” she whispered as her climax began. “That’s right, you dirty slut. Just like that, just like—Oh, fuck. Yes!”
She rode out the pleasure by riding her boy toy’s face, hard. His head was firmly in hand. There was no escape.
Hannah Blaise leaned back in her seat, smiling wide. Basking in the light from her tinted skylights.
It was a good day.